One Minute I'm Just Another Rabbit And

Legends Don't Have To Make Sense. They Just Have To Be Beautiful. Or At Least Interesting.

…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.

His Mind Worked Fast, Flying In Emergency Supplies Of Common Sense, As Human Minds Do, To Construct A Huge Anchor In Sanity And Prove That What Happened Hadn't Really Happened And, If It Had Happened, Hadn't Happened Much.

My Idea Of A Good Novel Was One You Made Enough Money Out Of To Buy A Greenhouse.

I Wrote Three Books, I Had Three Greenhouses. It Seemed To Me To Be Very Satisfactory.