Remembering is the most overrated thing. Forgetting is far superior.
People, it turns out, aren't a product of their own time. They're a product of the time before theirs
Art doesn't spring from the muses alone, but from hard work.
Anything that's worth anything is complicated.
You know, there's that silly saying 'We're born alone and we die alone' -it's nonsense. We're surrounded at birth and surrounded at death. It is in between that we're alone.
We enjoy this illusion of continuity and we call it memory. Which explains, perhaps, why our worst fear isn't the end of life, but the end of memories