Goodness Is Nothing In The Furnace Of

Love Is The Only Doorway From The Prison Of Ourselves.

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.

What The Eye Does Not See, The Heart Does Not Grieve Over, Does It?

I Was An Accomplice In My Own Frustration.

I Think I Did Have Fantasies About Being An Actor. In Fact, I Know I Did.