And so they died miserably ever after.

'The Savage nodded, frowning. "You got rid of them. Yes, that's just like you. Getting rid of everything unpleasant instead of learning to put up with it. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles and ending them... But you don't do either. Neither suffer nor oppose. You just abolish the slings and arrows. It's too easy."

...

"What you need," the Savage went on, "is something with tears for a change. Nothing costs enough here."

...

"But I like the inconveniences."

"We don't," said the Controller. "We prefer to do things comfortably."

"But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin."

"In fact," said Mustapha Mond, "you're claiming the right to be unhappy."

"Alright then," said the Savage defiantly, "I'm claiming the right to be unhappy."

"Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have syphillis and cancer; the right to have too little to eat; the right to be lousy; the right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen tomorrow; the right to catch typhoid; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every kind."

There was a long silence.

"I claim them all," said the Savage at last.'


-Chapter XVII, Brave New World, by Aldous Huxley
(this is one of my favourite passages in the book, the other being the ending. But giving endings away is akin to killing a story. Anyway, this is slightly more comprehensive out of context then were i to take out the ending instead.)