What we refer to confidently as memory is really a form of storytelling that goes on continually in the mind and often changes with the telling.
Happiness is the light on the water. The water is cold and dark and deep.
The reason life is so strange is that so often people have no choice.
A writer is a reader who is moved to emulation.
Who knows what oversensitive is, considering all there is to be sensitive to.
In talking about the past, we lie with every breath we draw.