You’ve been assigned an identity since birth. Then you spend the rest — Libba Bray

"My dad was a Presbyterian minister. Yes, I am one of those dreaded P.K.s — Preachers Kids. Be afraid. Be very afraid…"

"My favorite word is "redemption." I like both its meaning and the sound. My least favorite word is "maybe." "Maybe" is almost always a "no" drawn out in cruel fashion."

"I have an artificial left eye. I lost my real eye in a car accident when I was eighteen. In fact, I had to have my entire face rebuilt because I smashed it up pretty good. It took six years and thirteen surgeries. However, I did have the pleasure of freezing a plastic eyeball in an ice cube, putting it in a friends drink, ("Eyeball in your highball?") and watching him freak completely. Okay, so maybe thats not going down on my good karma record. But it sure was fun."

"Im one of those people who has to write. If I dont write, I feel itchy and depressed and cranky. So everybodys glad when I write and stop complaining already."

"Im related to Davy Crockett on my moms side. Honest."

"People always think they know other people, but they don’t. Not really. I mean, maybe they know things about them, like they won’t eat doughnuts or they like action movies or whatever. But they don’t know what their friends do in their rooms alone at night or what happened to them when they were kids or if they feel fucked up and sad for no reason at all."