How do you get so empty? Who takes it out of you?

Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.

The problem with the world is doomsayers. We’re surrounded by negative people, and I can’t stand them. I found out about them when I was nine years old. Everyone made fun of me in the fourth and fifth grade because I collected the Buck Rogers comic strips. That was 1929. The future was never going to arrive. And I’ve been surrounded by people who never believed in the future, and it was true then. It’s true today.

So I - in that particular year, I tore up my comic strips. And a month later, I burst into tears and said to myself: Why am I weeping? Who died? And the answer was: me. I’d allowed these fools to kill me and to kill the future. So from that time on, I decided I’d never listened to another damn fool again in my life.