How we remember changes how we have lived. Time runs both ways. We make stories of our lives.

Men made wagers with their judgment, their allegiances, their resources.

We must be what we are, or we become our enemies.

It is always difficult, even with the best will in the world, to look back a long way and see anything resembling the truth.

Dave hung up. And unplugged the phone. With a fierce and bitter pain he stared at it, watching how, over and over again, it didn't ring.

The heart has its own laws... and the truth is... the truth is that you are the law of mine.

We salvage what we can, what truly matters to us, even at the gates of despair.