“Inevitably an author leaks into his work like blood into a carpet.”
“One day I would like to produce a book that would deliberately hurt people. The words would wound their feelings and the object would cut their fingers so that they could not turn a page without bleeding on it. A very small number of people would be willing to take this experience on themselves and I would love them for it.”
“In principle I am opposed to censorship, yet I am... ermmm... philosophical enough... or perverse enough... to recognize that I ought to approach any 'principle' with skepticism. It doesn't take much effort to imagine some benefits of censorship. Allow me to do the censoring...”
“I'm not in the advice business. However, people have been sending increasing amounts of books / videos / manuscripts / poems / photographs / artworks / long raving emails describing plans for certain masterpieces. Mostly this is a pleasure, but I would like to take the opportunity to offer one piece of advice to young artists and writers...”
“I do expect, however, that a greater sophistication about uniquely female perversions will emerge in the near future. It has only been in the last few decades that researchers have openly explored female sexuality. As that is better understood, researchers will move on to the more rarefied forms of sexuality that constitute perversions. Perhaps they will learn that perversion plays a very different role in the sexuality of a woman than in that of a man, or perhaps they will identify perversions so female that men can't even take part in them.”
“A few nights ago I had a dream in which a friend confessed to some eccentricities in her sexuality. She was seeking some sort of approval, which I gave her. I then informed her about a sexual pathology called 'anusitis diametes' — a made-up condition, fabricated in the workshop of sleep. When I woke up, I marveled that my brain had invented this scientific-sounding term without my having the slightest idea what it meant.” (This interview was also excerpted on the Huffington Post.)
“A few days after I received Extraterrestrial Sex Fetish from the printer, the terrorist attacks of 9/11/2001 occurred. I stood among boxes of books watching the towers of the World Trade Center spew black smoke. It was impossible not to ask myself that very question. Why perversion? How could I justify my researches in depravity when the world was falling apart around me?”
“I can't help but think that there is something wrong with anyone who consciously chooses to 'set aside sexuality.' In the past, perverts have been considered sick, ill, pathological. But if it is deviant to indulge in a kink or fetish, isn't it even more deviant to abstain from sex altogether? Nowadays anorexia is an illness. People who don't eat are considered sick. Why shouldn't celibacy be a sickness too?”
“Inevitably an author leaks into his work like blood into a carpet. Some authors slit their wrists and splash the blood around and make a show of themselves. Others are more worried about the carpet itself and only bleed on it by accident, like someone who doesn't realize he has a cut. I like to think that I'm the latter sort, and therefore ETSF is no memoir of personal depravity. I do not have a fetish for Martians or Grays or Little Green Men.”
“I very much believe that writing — if you do it with enough passion and intensity — is itself a kind of experience. Granted, if you write about a serial killer, it's a different kind of experience than cruising around in a red pickup truck, picking up crack whores, and strangling them with your jumper cables. But still, in order to write about such a serial killer, you have to get into his head — think his thoughts, see his sights, feel his feelings. You end up knowing his subjective experiences without having performed his objective actions. And in that sense, you really have lived through what he's lived through...”
“The pair, [Supervert] is fond of saying, 'want to do for the information age what the Marquis de Sade did for the ideals of the Englightenment — parody them by pushing them to extremes.' They want to make an interactive snuff film, for example.”
“Yeah, because the vagina is the metaphor that influenced our ideas and helped create the Blam! interface... There's nothing penis-like about our interface.”