The past is the only dead thing that smells sweet.
Art is rebellion disguised as beauty.
Every decision we make today shapes the forests of tomorrow.
记忆是个奇怪的东西。它并不像我以为的那样运作。我们的构造如此愚蠢,以至于我们携着最早的记忆走过一生,还以为它们是最新近的。