Celebrities, Even Insignificant Ones Like Me, Are

I'm Your Nightmare. Did You Think You Were Done With Nightmares, Now You've Become One?

I Certainly Wanted To Write A Book That Was Honest About New Orleans Without Explaining It To Death, So Much So That The First Draft Contained References Absolutely Incomprehensible To Anyone Who Hasn't Lived Here For Several Years.

And I Can't Think Of A Reason I'd Ever Use A Pseudonym, As I Wouldn't Want To Publish Something That I Didn't Like Enough To Put My Name On It.

It Was Like Discovering That Your Innermost Fires And Terrors, The Things You Believed No One Else Could Fathom, Were In Fact The Basis Of A Recognized Philosophy. Some Part Of You Felt Intimately Invaded, Threatened; Some Other Part Fell To Its Knees And Sobbed In Gratitude That It Was No Longer Alone.

There Are People Who Must Spend Huge Amounts Of Time Composing These Online Diatribes Against Me, All About How Disgusting And Terrible I Am And How No One Should Ever Read My Books, And It's Not Enough For Them To Hate Me, They Can't Stand The Fact That Anyone Likes Me!