“No matter what I really was, no matter what I really meant, uncritical love was what I needed--and my Helga was the angel who gave it to me.
Copiously.
No young person on earth is so excellent in all respects as to need no uncritical love. Good Lord--as youngsters play their parts in political tragedies with casts of billions, uncritical love is the only real treasure they can look for.”
―
Kurt Vonnegut,
Mother Night
