is it such a sin for me to take what's mine until the end of time?
A human brain could conceive poetry and radarscopes, create a Sistine Chapel and a supersonic Concorde. Yet a brain, too - through memory and conscience - could be self-tormenting, never resting; so that only death could end its suffering.
Arthur Hailey, "The Airport"
Arthur Hailey, "The Airport"