After a while, though, even the deepest sorrow faltered, even the most penetrating despair lost its scalpel edge.

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

All of us have a path to follow and the path begins on earth.

I felt puny and absurd, a ludicrous midget. Easy enough to talk of soul and spirit and existential worth, but not when you're three feet tall.

Let the jagged edge of sobriety be now dulled.

That's what was wrong with drinking too much. You became immune to drunken delights. There was no solace in liquor. Before you got happy, you collapsed.

How quickly one accepts the incredible if only one sees it enough.