Mr. Rogers: Do you ever imagine things? Are they scary things?
Iven: Not usually.
Mr. Rogers: Did you ever see a cat's eyes in the dark, and wonder what they were?
Iven: Once. I imagined they were the eyes of a demon staring hungrily at my soul.
Mr. Rogers: Did you ever grow anything in the garden of your mind? You can grow ideas in the garden of your mind.
Iven: Certainly. All the time. But this is a sick harvest that I only share with a select few people. These ideas of mind spread like the plague.