• 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.

    Poppy Z. Brite (1997). “Exquisite Corpse”, p.155, Simon and Schuster