"Depends on which part you're talkin' about, lad," Dad said gruffly and yet with a broad grin. He wasn't even looking at Ghastly; He was looking at the closed doors as the elevator rumbled downward. But the smile was visible. As if He didn't get asked these questions very often, on a direct basis.

As if He liked getting asked questions.

"A story can be true and non-factual at once. Sometimes they just make a good meaningful story, but all the facts are wrong." Now He glanced sideways, and His eyes twinkled. "The question is, which parts d'you believe are true, and which parts d'you believe are factual?"