To give herself a measure of credible autonomy, she had decided to invent a husband. Then, in a subsequent flash of inspiration, she had just as quickly killed him off.
A movie that gets closer to the life’s reality of the society finds always more words of mouth publicity in entirety.
Possibly the most debilitating deception of all is to create a god of my own making, fool myself into believing that this limp god of mine is the true God, and then construct the entirety of my life on this flamboyantly fictional character. Possibly the most devastating realization of all is when the real God shows up, and in the showing up all of this come crashing down.
I could have drowned…and my brother didn’t even care.
I could have drowned today. If they hadn’t been screaming my name so loudly and if I hadn’t woken up, I would have drowned.
When you said we were clandestine I didn’t realize you meant literally underground, you could have warned me.
The other one was filled with loud and obnoxious tourists. Always boasting on winning a sand castle competition and seeing who could get tanned first. What a whacky bunch of people.
I knew that it was impossible for us to be kept apart for too long.
But maybe that’s how it is with art. You suffer, and in the end, everyone thinks it’s cool.
The difference between real life and a story is that life has significance, while a story must have meaning.
The former is not always apparent, while the latter always has to be, before the end.