Heaven would never be heaven without you.

I'm sitting in my office trying to squeeze a story from my head. It is that kind of morning when you feel like melting the typewriter into a bar of steel and clubbing yourself to death with it. (“Advance Notice”)

That which you believe becomes your world

Now when I die, I shall only be dead.

The vampire was real. It was only that his true story had never been told.

Really now, search your soul, lovie-is the vampire so bad? All he does is drink blood.

Each memory was brought to life before me and within me. I could not avoid them. Neither could I rationalize, explain away. I could only re-experience with total cognizance, unprotected by pretense. Self delusion was impossible, truth exposed in this blinding light. Nothing as I thought it had been. Nothing as I hoped it had been. Only as it had been.