I found one remaining box of comics which I had saved. When I opened it up and that smell came pouring out, that old paper smell, I was struck by a rush of memories, a sense of my childhood self that seemed to be contained in there.

I can imagine anything except having no imagination.

Take care-there is no force more powerful than that of an unbridled imagination.

I said, “I need to hear something that’s going to save my life.” Re: Selecting songs from a jukebox.

No; he could be ruined again and again by hope, but he would never be capable of belief.

So it was scary, but that's how it goes. To my great delight, I discovered that it did all belong.

I have confused ideas of deity, heavily influenced by mind-altering years of reading science fiction, that do not often trouble me, but one thing I know for certain, and have known since the age of five or six, is that I really can't stand the God of Abraham. In fact, I consider him to constitute the pattern to which every true asshole I have ever known in my life has pretty well conformed.