All objects exist in a moment of time.

I thought I was clever enough to write as well as these people and I didn't realize that there is something called originality and your own voice.

Why do you think you are missing something you never had?

That was how dishonesty and betrayal started, not in big lies but in small secrets.

Dementia was like a truth serum.

And I remember wondering why it was that eating something good could make me feel so terrible, while vomiting something terrible could make me feel so good.

What is true about a person? Would I change in the same way the river changes color but still be the same person?... And then I realized it was the first time I could see the power of the wind. I couldn't see the wind itself, but I could see it carried water that filled the rivers and shaped the countryside.