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

“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.”

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

“Sir, it smells like bananna's...maybe you should get that looked at. Quiet down soldier....get your shit together and prepare for attack.”

“Let those love now, who never lov'd before, / Let those who always lov'd, now love the more.”

“I have learned that I cannot see into a person's heart to know his spiritual condition. All I can do is tell the jagged tale of my own spiritual journey and declare that my life has been the better for having followed Christ.”

“You're good for me," I say. "The light to my shade.""Then you're the night to my day. A person needs both, you know.”