Granddad Was Superstitious About Books. He Thought

You're Allowed To Grant People Into The Darkness, But You Must Allow Them To Come Out Again.

Truly, He Thought, The Way Of Enlightenment Is Like Unto Half A Mile Of Broken Glass.

‎no One Remembers The Singer. The Song Remains.

…we Were Born Vampires." "i Thought You Became –" "— Vampires By Being Bitten? Dear Me, No. Oh, We Can Turn People Into Vampires, It’s An Easy Technique, But What Would Be The Point? When You Eat… Now What Is It You Eat? Oh Yes, Chocolate… You Don’t Want To Turn It Into Another Agnes Nitt, Do You? Less Chocolate To Go Around." He Sighed. "oh Dear, Superstition, Superstition Everywhere We Turn.

What I've Always Said Was, Hang In There, Let Me Write What I Want To Write, And You'll Probably Like It.