My Actual Childhood, As Opposed To My

Goodness Is Nothing In The Furnace Of Art.

The Normal Is The Good Smile In A Child’s Eyes - All Right. It Is Also The Dead Stare In A Million Adults.

I Speak For All Mediocrities In The World. I Am Their Champion. I Am Their Patron Saint.

The Devil Isn't Made By What Mommy Says Or What Daddy Says. The Devil Is There.

He'll Be Delivered From Madness. What Then? He'll Feel Himself Acceptable! What Then? Do You Think Feelings Like His Can Be Simply Re-attached, Like Plasters? Stuck On To Other Objects We Select? Look At Him! ... My Desire Might Be To Make This Boy An Ardent Husband - A Caring Citizen - A Worshipper Of Abstract And Unifying God. My Achievement, However, Is More Likely To Make A Ghost!