What reality was ever made by realists?

The path to survival was to never give up on the small things.

We remember nothing. Maybe for a year or two. Maybe most of a life, if we live. Maybe. But then we will die, and who will ever understand any of this? And maybe we remember nothing most of all when we put our hands on our hearts and carry on about not forgetting.

We live in a material world, not a dramatic one.

The enslavement, humiliation, torture, and ultimate destruction of thousands upon thousands of human beings for a project for which there was ultimately no purpose is a horror that's very hard to imagine, far less understand.

Writing reminds you that you're never alone. Writing and reading is to be optimistic.

A happy man has no past, while an unhappy man has nothing else.