I visited Jobs for the last time in his Palo Alto, Calif., home. He had moved to a downstairs bedroom because he was too weak to go up and down stairs. He was curled up in some pain, but his mind was still sharp and his humor vibrant.
“I can, of course, think what I want, just like everyone else. I simply have to refrain from saying everything I think.”
“For the youth, the indignation of most things will just surge as each birthday passes.”