“ The last dying days of summer, fall coming on fast. A cold night, the first of the season, a change from the usual bland Maryland climate. Cold, thought the boy; his mind felt numb. The trees he could… Poppy Z. Brite
“ Trevor cupped his hands around it, felt Zach's heartbeat throbbing between his palms. The skin of the shaft was textured, slightly rippled beneath the surface. The head was as smooth as satin, as rose… Poppy Z. Brite
“ But if I die without trying again, I'm a coward. I don't mind having regrets about stuff I've done. It's the regrets about stuff I haven't done that bother me. Poppy Z. Brite
“ My dad told me that no one could ever make it as a writer, that my chances were equivalent to winning the lottery - which was good for me, because I like to have something to prove. Poppy Z. Brite
“ This is the point being missed by readers who lament Liquor's lack of hot sex scenes, probably because they aren't old enough to understand that a passionate relationship could be about anything other… Poppy Z. Brite
“ When you have too much faith in something, it's bound to hurt you. Too much faith in anything will suck you dry. In this way, all the world is a vampire. Poppy Z. Brite
“ Stare at him, said Ghost. They won't bite you if you keep staring at them.Steve backed away. They bite?Not really. They hiss at you, mostly. The only time geese are ever dangerous is when you happen t… Poppy Z. Brite
“ Death doesn’t hurt, said one of the twins, and a light came into his silver eyes. Death is dark, death is sweet. The other twin took up the litany. Death is all that lasts forever. Death is eternal be… Poppy Z. Brite
“ There were books about how to be gay; he'd seen them in stores and libraries. Some of them even had diagrams. But there weren't any diagrams about how to fall in love with your best friend and not fuc… Poppy Z. Brite
“ Maybe they did what they had to do to live, and tried to get a little love and have a little fun before the darkness took them. Poppy Z. Brite
“ Didn’t he have to admit, begrudgingly, that in some extra-perverse corner of his brain the idea of having to be out of town before sundown appealed to him? New Orleans had been the only constant thing… Poppy Z. Brite
