(Admonishing himself after there is an accident in the library due to poor lighting)  “Ah... I should really get some more natural light down here.  So dingy.  The mould’s terrible for the books, too, but I can’t be bothered trying to move all this stuff to a new place.”

(Telling visitors about a former resident of the town - a man who had a strange fascination with the occult)  “Oh, just a local who developed a fascination with all things macabre.  Asked me to bring in all kinds of books on the occult and what-not.  Had his own private collection, too, some of which he ended up donating to the library when he left.  Come to think of it, that might be where that book of yours originated.”

(Dismissive, self-deprecating after he has been paid a compliment on how he runs the library)  “Agh, I appreciate that, coming from a fellow librarian, but it’s in need of a good overhaul, that place.  Too much junk.  Like this house, I suppose.  One day soon when I die, someone will have the task of cleaning out all my old rubbish here.  I’ve been a terrible hoarder over the years, and well... I don’t envy the poor soul who has to do it.  Might save time to just burn the whole place to the ground!”  (He laughs, then remembers something else and changes topic)  “Oh, that reminds me - I had something for you.”