Isn't it great when you're a kid and the world is full of anonymous things? Everything is bright and mysterious until you know what it is called and then all the light goes out of it. . . Once we knew the name of it, how could we ever come to love it?. . . For things had true natures, and they hid behind false names, beneath the skin we gave them.
I don't need gold in heaven, I gotta have it now.