Poppy Z.Brite

I was seventeen years old when I began, twenty-eight when they caught me. All the time I was in prison, 1 knew that if they ever let me out I would continue killing boys

The only constant thread running through my prison notebooks was a pervasive loneliness with no discernible beginning and no conceivable end. But a corpse could never walk away.

. Each had been someone's baby once. But so had I, and what good did it ever do me?