There Is No Such Thing As Fantasy

I Never Can Satisfy Some Need In Me To Achieve Something Of Incredible Hight. For My Sake. It Puzzles Me Deeply. And It Sours My Life. So There Is A Permanent Dissatisfaction.

I Really Don't Like The City Anymore. You Get Pushed And Harassed And People Grope You. It's Too Tumultuous. It's Too Crazy.

I Think It Is Unnatural To Think That There Is Such A Thing As A Blue-sky, White-clouded Happy Childhood For Anybody. Childhood Is A Very, Very Tricky Business Of Surviving It. Because If One Thing Goes Wrong Or Anything Goes Wrong, And Usually Something Goes Wrong, Then You Are Compromised As A Human Being. You're Going To Trip Over That For A Good Part Of Your Life.

Children Do Live In Fantasy And Reality; They Move Back And Forth Very Easily In A Way We No Longer Remember How To Do.

Then From Far Away Across The World He Smelled Good Things To Eat, So He Gave Up Being King Of The Wild Things.