I Think I Did Have Fantasies About

All I Ever Wanted Was To Sing To God. He Gave Me That Longing And Then Made Me Mute.

You Have Your Words, And I Have Mine.

I Think People Nowadays Do Tend To Blame Their Parents For Everything.

Worship Isn't Destructive, Martin. I Know That. I Don't. I Only Know It's The Core Of His Life. What Else Has He Got? He Can Hardly Read. He Knows No Physics Or Engineering To Make To World Real For Him. No Paintings To Show Him How Others Have Enjoyed It. No Music Except Television Jingles. No History Except Tales From A Desperate Mother. No Friends. Not One Kid To Give Him A Joke, Or Make Him Know Himself More Moderately. He's A Modern Citizen For Whom Society Doesn't Exist.

Can You Think Of Anything Worse One Can Do To Anybody Than Take Away Their Worship?