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"Memory is a strange thing. It doesn't work like I thought it did. We are so bound by time, by its order."
"What we choose to remember says as much about us as what we choose to forget."
"We are all products of our time, for better or worse."
"We are all haunted by something."
We are all broken, that's how the light gets in.
Loneliness is the price we pay for being born.
We are all patchwork, and so shapeless and diverse in composition that each bit, each moment, plays its own game.
The world is so unpredictable. Things happen suddenly, unexpectedly. We want to feel we are in control of our own existence. In some ways we are, in some ways we're not.
We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.
We are all creatures of our landscape; it dictates behavior and even thought in the measure to which we are responsive to it.
In love we are not looking for shortcuts, but for depth.
"We are all apprentices in a craft where no one becomes a master."
"All of us are better when we're loved."
"Memory is a strange thing. It doesn't work as I thought it did. We are so foolishly constructed that we go through life arm in arm with our earliest memories, thinking they are the most recent."
"We are all better when we're loved."
"The books we need are the ones that read us."
"Truth is not found in the light, but in the shadows where we dare not look."
"We are all broken, that's how the light gets in."
The truth is, we are all exiles.
We are all born with a certain inheritance of guilt.