What A Blessed If Painful Thing, This

The Difference Between Childhood And Adulthood, Vic Had Come To Believe, Was The Difference Between Imagination And Resignation. You Traded One For The Other And Lost Your Way.

It Was Like Wondering How Evil Had Come Into The World Or What Happens To A Person After He Dies: An Interesting Philosophical Exercise, But Also Curiously Pointless, Since Evil And Death Happened, Regardless Of The Why And The How And What-it-meant.

Terror Is The Desire To Save Your Own Ass, But Horror Is Rooted In Sympathy.

I Will Be Waiting By Candlelight In Our Tree House Of The Mind.

And He Paddled Away In His Douche Canoe.