You know more than you know.

You know more than you know.

there simply is no way to describe the past without lying. Our memories are not like fiction. They are fiction.

Every creative story is different. And every creative story is the same. There was nothing. Now there is something. It's almost like magic.

And so we keep on thinking, because the next thought might be the answer.

The great ages did not perhaps produce much more talent than ours,' [T.S.] Eliot wrote. 'But less talent was wasted.

...new ideas are merely several old thoughts that occur at the exact same time.