when there are writers

as good as Roger Ebert out there, it makes it hard to try to write yourself.

On death:
"That is what death means. We exist in the minds of other people, in thousands of memory clusters, and one by one those clusters fade and disappear. Some years from now, at a funeral with a slide show, only one person will be able to say who we were. Then no one will know."

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