And Books, They Offer One Hope --

The Earth Here Is Beautiful. And It Still Belongs To The Dead.

-you Are On The Verge Of Being Truly Mad. -no, Not At All. Look At Me. I Can Tie My Shoelaces. See?

Phil Was Mumbling That Reuben Might Become A Writer After All And Writers Had A Way Of "redeeming Everything That Ever Happens To Them.

I Stumble Through A Carnival Of Horrors

Something In Me Was Responding Now As The Audience Responded, Not In Fear, But In Some Human Way, To The Magic Of That Fragile Painted Set, The Mystery Of The Lighted World There.