that as long as we are being remembered, we remain alive.
We are willing to believe anything other than the truth.
I tried to swallow his nonsense without choking.
[H]e lay awake, dreading the dawn when he would have to say good-bye to the small universe he had built for himself over the years.
There are times and places where not to be anyone is more honourable than to be someone.
None of us are what we once were.