I thought what father said. Oh god he said. And only eight. - Richard Matheson

He thought about that visionary lady. To die, he thought, never knowing the fierce joy and attendant comfort of a loved one's embrace. To sink into that hideous coma, to sink then into death and, perhaps, return to sterile, awful wanderings. All without knowing what it was to love and be loved.

That was a tragedy more terrible than becoming a vampire.

In a world of monotonous horror
there could be no salvation in wild dreaming.

Really now, search your soul, lovie-is the vampire so bad?

All he does is drink blood.