A while back I read about a guy who saved old newspapers. He'd go out and collect them. His living room was stacked so high that he had tunnels that he had to crawl through to move from room to room. Then he disappeared. He was in a tunnel when it collapsed and killed him. Can you imagine having to clean that up?

“In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”
― George Orwell

It's not over when you lose. It's over when you quit.