I'm Going To Go Home. Everything Is

Of Course You Don't Believe In Fairies. You're Fifteen. You Think I Believed In Fairies At Fifteen? Took Me Until I Was At Least A Hundred And Forty. Hundred And Fifty, Maybe. Anyway, He Wasn't A Fairy. He Was A Librarian. All Right?

Libraries Are The Thin Red Line Between Civilization And Barbarism.

Nobody's Seen Jesus In Years.

I'm Just Going To Stay Here, In The Darkness Under The Arch. I Can Hear You All Out There, Trip-trapping, Trip-trapping Over My Bridge. Oh Yes, I Can Hear You. But I'm Not Coming Out.

I Believe That All Men Are Just Overgrown Boys With Deep Problems Communicating.