I’ve felt that I was trying to row a heavily loaded boat in a storm. I’ve had so much trouble just trying to keep afloat that I couldn’t be bothered about things that didn’t matter, things I could part with easily and not miss, like good manners and--well, things like that. Furthermore, I’ve been too afraid my boat would be swamped, and so I’ve dumped overboard the things that seemed least important.

Gone with the Wind