You Have Your Words, And

And In Fact, I Think One Of The Best Guides To Telling You Who You Are, And I Think Children Use It All The Time For This Purpose, Is Fantasy.

Worship Isn't Destructive, Martin. I Know That. I Don't. I Only Know It's The Core Of His Life. What Else Has He Got? He Can Hardly Read. He Knows No Physics Or Engineering To Make To World Real For Him. No Paintings To Show Him How Others Have Enjoyed It. No Music Except Television Jingles. No History Except Tales From A Desperate Mother. No Friends. Not One Kid To Give Him A Joke, Or Make Him Know Himself More Moderately. He's A Modern Citizen For Whom Society Doesn't Exist.

You Have Your Words, And I Have Mine.

The Normal Is The Good Smile In A Child's Eyes- All Right. It Is Also The Dead Stare In A Million Adults. It Both Sustains And Kills- Like A God. It Is The Ordinary Made Beautiful; It Is Also The Average Made Leathal. The Normal Is The Indispensable, Murderous God Of Health.

You Never Quite Know What's Going To Strike Your Imagination, Or Something That Won't Going To Leave You Alone, Not Going To Leave Alone, And This Was One For Me.