There's no need to talk about it, because the truth of what one says lies in what one does.

It wasn't that I forgot Hanna. But at a certain point the memory of her stopped accompanying me wherever I went. She stayed behind, the way a city stays behind as a train pulls out of the station. It's there, somewhere behind you, and you could go back and make sure of it. But why should you?

Desires, memories, fears, passions form labyrinths in which we lose and find and then lose ourselves again.

The Odyssey is the story of motion both purposeful and purposeless, successful and futile. What else is the history of law?

I took all the blame. I admitted mistakes I hadn't made, intentions I'd never had. Whenever she turned cold and hard, I begged her to be good to me again, to forgive me and love me. Sometimes I had the feeling that she hurt herself when she turned cold and rigid. As if what she was yearning for was the warmth of my apologies, protestations, and entreaties. Sometimes I thought she just bullied me. But either way, I had no choice.

We make our own truths and lies....Truths are often lies and lies truths.

Philosophy has forgotten about children