There's A Palace In Your Head, Boy.

I Think The Only Way You Can Get Something Out Is To Invest Some Real Emotion Into It, Which Means You're Already Writing About What's Going To Happen To You, Whether You Know It Or Not. That's Why I'm Always Surprised When People Talk About Writer's Block. Because To Me, It Can't Be Stopped.

It's Salt. Why Don't You Sprinkle Some On Me, Honey? Aren't I Just Good Enough To Eat?

Sometimes... Sometimes I Think The Asylum Is A Head. We're Inside A Huge Head That Dreams Us All Into Being. Perhaps It's Your Head, Batman. Arkham Is A Looking Glass... And We Are You.

Then I Reminded Myself That All Intelligent Children Suffer Bad Dreams.

He Read Me Extracts From A Medical Journal Describing The Progress Of A Staphylococcus Aureus Infection. And Then He Pleasured Me With A Potato.