The day after Paul Newman was dead, he was twice as dead. - Maurice Sendak

I remember my own childhood vividly ... I knew terrible things. But I knew I mustn't let adults know I knew. It would scare them.

"May I ask what you have in your black leather bag with gold buckles?"
"Everything." They were climbing a narrow staircase. Rhoda stopped to look when Jennie opened her bag.
"You do have everything."
"I have even more," Jennie said modestly. "Two windows that I left at home."

F**k them is what I say. I hate those ebooks. They can not be the future. They may well be. I will be dead. I won't give a s**t.