Well Then I'd Certainly Be A Damned

There Was No Telling What People Might Find Out Once They Felt Free To Ask Whatever Questions They Wanted To.

But How Can One Be Warm Alone?

When I Look Up, I See People Cashing In. I Don't See Heaven Or Saints Or Angels. I See People Cashing In On Every Decent Impulse And Every Human Tragedy.

The Night Was Full Of Horrors, And He Thought He Knew How Christ Must Have Felt As He Walked Through The World, Like A Psychiatrist Through A Ward Full Of Nuts.

When I Grow Up I Want To Be A Little Boy.