“Her books are always paperback; her bindings always broken. There is forever a book in her bag, if not in her hand; and every book she has read carries evidence of her, if not in a broken binding, then in a dog-eared page marked for a memorable passage. This is her journal. She is quiet, she is liberal, she is loyal, she is loving; she may not always agree with what you say but she will defend to the death your right to say it.”—I want this said about me on my funeral. I want to deserve it.