Parnell Hall

“How do you kill a vampire? "Silver bullets?”“That’s werewolves.”“Cloves of garlic?”“That’s French bread.”

“A vampire?” MacAullif said.There is no way I can do justice to the skepticism, sarcasm, and mistrust with which MacAullif managed to imbue the word.“That’s right.”“You want me to find a vampire?”“I’d be relieved if you could. I’m afraid he might be dead.”

“It is my personal belief that writing cannot be taught.”