<span style=”font-style: italic;”>Fear is a wonderful thing, in small doses. You ride the ghost train into the darkness, knowing that eventually the doors will open and you will step out into the daylight once again. It’s always reassuring to know that you’re still here, still safe. That nothing strange has happened, not really. It’s good to be a child again, for a little while, and to fear — not governments, not regulations, not infidelities or accountants or distant wars, but ghosts and such things that don’t exist, and even if they do, can do nothing to hurt us.
</span><div style=”text-align: right;”>— <a href=”http://www.nytimes.com/2006/10/31/opinion/31gaiman.html?ex=1319950800&amp;en=936cc44f65110fa8&amp;ei=5090&amp;partner=rssuserland&amp;emc=rss”>Neil Gaiman<span style=”font-style: italic;”></span>
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