I Am In A Very Peculiar Business:

I Want To Be Cremated, And I Want My Ashes Blown In Uri Geller's Eyes.

Gods Are Children's Blankets That Get Carried Over Into Adulthood.

I Believe In The Basic Goodness Of My Species, Because That Appears To Be A Positive Tactic And Quality That Leads To Better Chances Of Survival- And In Spite Of Our Foolishness, We Seem To Have Survived.

Heroin Also Makes People Feel Better, But I Wouldn't Recommend Using Heroin.

There Was A Small Boy On Crutches. I Do Not Know His Name, And I Suspect I Never Will. But I Will Never Forget His Face, His Smile, His Sorrow. He Is One Of The Millions Robbed Of Hope And Dignity By Charlatans Discussed In This Book. Wherever And Whoever He Is, I Apologize To Him For Not Having Been Able To Protect Him From Such An Experience. I Humbly Dedicate This Book To Him And To The Many Others Who Have Suffered Because The Rest Of Us Began Caring Too Late.