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Some Nights Are Made For Torture, Or Reflection, Or The Savoring Of Loneliness.

Horror Is The Badge Of Humanity, Worn Proudly, Self-righteously, And Often Falsely.

My Childhood May Have Been More Demented Than Most, Because I Learned To Read Very Early And Was Allowed To Read Whatever I Wanted.

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.

In France, For Instance, One Magazine Writer Was Convinced That On The Road Had Been A Huge Influence On Lost Souls And Was Crushed To Learn That I Hadn't Read The One Until After I'd Written The Other.