My Big Concern Is Me And What

I Refuse To Cater To The Bullshit Of Innocence.

I Mean, Being A Child Was Being A Child, Was Being A Creature Without Power, Without Pocket Money, Without Escape Routes Of Any Kind. So I Didn't Want To Be A Child.

I Believe There Is No Part Of Our Lives, Our Adult As Well As Child Life, When We're Not Fantasizing, But We Prefer To Relegate Fantasy To Children, As Though It Were Some Tomfoolery Only Fit For The Immature Minds Of The Young. Children Do Live In Fantasy And Reality; They Move Back And Forth Very Easily In A Way We No Longer Remember How To Do.

That Always Seemed To Be The Most Critical Test That A Child Was Confronted With - Loss Of Parents, Loss Of Direction, Loss Of Love. Can You Live Without A Mother And A Father?

You Don't Want To Do Something That's All Terrifying.