Bourne concentrated on rest and mobility. From somewhere in his forgotten past he understood that recovery depended upon both and he applied rigid discipline to both.

Visions of one powerful scene after another parade across his inner screen, each exploding with drama and meaning

I mean, we're all trying to find out who the hell we are, aren't we?

...Summer nights held a special kind of loneliness that gave rise to strange imaginings. One walked the beach alone and thought too much.

You're on your own now. You are not helpless. You will find your way.

Life is extremely complicated.

Hope, perhaps the most dangerous of all emotions and perhaps the most necessary.