Final Form
'Be humble for you are made of earth, be noble for you are made of stars.'
Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.
You know what I can’t understand? You have all these people telling you all the time how great you are, smart and funny and talented and all that, I mean endlessly, I’ve been telling you for years. So why don’t you believe it? Why do you think people say that stuff, Em? Do you think it’s a conspiracy, people secretly ganging up to be nice about you?
