Posterity will jump to conclusions: that is its nature.
What was the point of having a situation worthy of fiction if the protagonist didn’t behave as he would have done in a book?
Remorse, etymologically, is the action of biting again: that’s what the feeling does to you. Imagine the strength of the bite when I reread my words. They seemed like some ancient curse I had forgotten even uttering.
…how time first grounds us and then confounds us….give us enough time and our best-supported decisions will seem wobbly, our certainties whimsical.
The land of embarrassment and breakfast.
Constantly he went back over the evidence of his memories.
The more you learn, the less you fear. “Learn” not in the sense of academic study, but in the practical understanding of life.
Every love story is a potential grief story.
I’ve always thought you are what you are and you shouldn’t pretend to be anyone else. But Oliver used to correct me and explain that you are whoever it is you’re pretending to be.
Next to not living with those one loves, the worst torture is living with those one doesn’t love.