But How Can One Be Warm Alone?

I Am Miracle Ingredient Z-247. I'm Immense. I'm A Real, Slam-bang, Honest-to-goodness, Three-fisted Humdinger. I'm A Bona Fide Supraman.

If God Was Dead, How Could I Feel This Bad?

"surely So Many Countries Can't All Be Worth Dying For." "anything Worth Living For," Said Nately, "is Worth Dying For." "and Anything Worth Dying For," Answered The Sacrilegious Old Man, "is Certainly Worth Living For."

Well Then I'd Certainly Be A Damned Fool To Feel Any Other Way, Wouldn't I?

Something Did Happen To Me Somewhere That Robbed Me Of Confidence And Courage And Left Me With A Fear Of Discovery And Change And A Positive Dread Of Everything Unknown That May Occur.