The past is made out of facts...I guess the future is just hope.
Can we really choose anything?' 'Maybe. If we want to bad enough.
But I'm not afraid of the skeletons in Julie's closet. I look forward to meeting the rest of them, looking them hard in the eye, giving them firm, bone-crunching handshakes.
She is everything. And if she is everything, maybe that's answer enough.
No praise, no blame. Just so.
There is no ideal world for you to wait around for. The world is always just what it is now, and it's up to you how you respond to it.