He Looks Like The Sort Of Man

Memory Has A Heavy Backspin, Yet It’s Still Impossible To Land Exactly Where We Took Off.

The Repeated Lies Become History, But They Don't Necessarily Become The Truth.

I Gave Them All The Truth And None Of The Honesty.

One Look At Each Other And It Was Immediately Understood That They Both Needed A Clean Slate,,, The Obliteration Of Memory.

I’m Not Interested In Blind Optimism, But I’m Very Interested In Optimism That Is Hard-won, That Takes On Darkness And Then Says, ‘this Is Not Enough.’ But It Takes Time, More Time Than We Can Sometimes Imagine, To Get There. And Sometimes We Don’t.