I Don't Like The Idea That I

An Idea Is Like A Cold Germ: Sooner Or Later Someone Always Catches It.

... Suicide Gets In The Air Sometimes. Like A Cold Germ.

But Writers Invite Ghosts, Maybe; Along With Actors And Artists, They Are The Only Totally Accepted Mediums Of Our Society. They Make Worlds That Never Were, Populate Them With People Who Never Existed, And Then Invite Us To Join Them In Their Fantasies. And We Do It, Don't We? Yes. We Pay To Do It.

I'd Been Raised By My Parents To Believe Barfing Your Feelings On Other People Was The Height Of Impoliteness.

Even The Company Of The Mad Was Better Than The Company Of The Dead.