No one wants the truth if it is inconvenient.
Memory inevitably romanticizes, pressing reality to recede like pain.
There might be a dragon with five legs in my house, but no one has ever seen it.
The job is to ask questions - it always was - and to ask them as inexorably as I can. And to face the absence of precise answers with a certain humility.
A suicide kills two people, that's what it's for!
Charley: He won't starve. None a them starve. Forget about him. Willy: Then what have I got to remember?