« Ghost Rider was apparently the local name for this atmospheric phenomenon.
Now, it must be explained that Alex and I shared a particular mode of writing to each other in "Moronese," and with the pen in my left (wrong) hand I started scrawling, "Eye em thuh gost rydur." Then I stopped, my head jerked back, and I thought, "Whoa, yeah! -- I am the ghost rider!" The phantoms I carried with me, the way the world and other people's lives seemed unsubstantial and unreal, and the way I myself felt alienated, disintegrated, and unengaged with life around me. "Oh yes," I thought, "that's me all right. I am the ghost rider." »