And the people who would burn the words, the people who would take the books from the shelves, the firemen and the ignorant, the ones afraid of tales and words and dreams and Hallowe'en and people who have tattooed themselves with stories and Boys! You Can Grow Mushrooms in Your Cellar! And as long as your words which are people which are days which are my life, as long as your words survive, then you lived, and you mattered, and you changed the world and I cannot remember your name. I learned your books. Burned them into my mind. In case the firemen come to town.

Trigger Warning: Short Fictions and Disturbances