Robert loved to hear of my childhood adventures, but when I asked about his, he would have little to say. He said that his family never talked much, read, or shared intimate feelings. They had no communal mythology; no tales of treason, treasure, and snow forts. It was a safe existence but not a fairy-tale one. “You’re my family,” he would say.
— Just Kids (Patti Smith), Loc. 181–4
A little bit me.