don't dream it. be it.

"I mean, if you don’t have that electric blanket, and your apartment is cold, and you need to put on another blanket or go into the closet and pile up coats on top of the blanket you have, well then you know it’s cold. And that sets up a link of things: you have compassion for the p…well, is the person next to you cold? Are there other people in the world who are cold? What a cold night! I like the cold, my God, I never realized, I don’t want a blanket, it’s fun being cold, I can snuggle up against you even more because it’s cold! All sorts of things occur to you. Turn on that electric blanket and it’s like taking a tranquilizer, it’s like being lobotomized by watching television. I think you enter the dream world again. I mean, what does it do to us, Wally, living in an environment where something as massive as the seasons or winter or cold don’t in any way affect us? I mean, we’re animals after all. I mean, what does that mean? I think that means that instead of living under the sun and the moon and the sky and the stars we’re living in a fantasy world of our own making."