From "Miracles: Saint Debbie (#1.10)"
I'm not a one-boxer. You can live your life that way, but I can't. I have to have a good box, and things that I put in that box, they have to be real, or else, what's the point?
And what about life's other box, the box of evil? Of anger, of hatred, of pain?
That one seems to fill up on its own.