The Secret Of Being A

The Raw Materials Of Reality Without The Glue Of Time Are Materials Adrift And Reality Is As Meaningless As The Balsa Parts Of A Model Airplane Scattered To The Wind.

What Do You Think You Are, For Chrissake, Crazy Or Somethin'? Well You're Not! You're Not! You're No Crazier Than The Average Asshole Out Walkin' Around On The Streets And That's It.

I Had To Keep On Acting Deaf If I Wanted To Hear At All.

You Seem To Forget, Miss Flinn, That This Is An Institution For The Insane.

To Vik Lovell Who Told Me Dragons Did Not Exist, Then Led Me To Their Lairs.