When I started writing
I was a sick teenaged
fuck inside who partly
thought I was the new
Marquis de Sade, a body
doomed to communicate
with Satan who was us-
ing my sickness as his
home away from home,
and there’s your proof.

We're living proof that nice guys always finish last.

But here I am blocking the view of this simple scene, like a director who accidentally walks in front of his own projector, then stands there, oblivious to the snoring around him.

I always start writing with a clean piece of paper and a dirty mind.

[The novel represented a big step for the author, too.] Coming from the world I was in, writing very esoteric short fiction ... I knew exactly what boundary I was stepping over, ... I was leaving one camp and stepping into another.

Some maladies are rich and precious and only to be acquired by the right of inheritance or purchased with gold. - Nathaniel Hawthorne,