They just keep trotting back and forth across the bridge thinking there is something better on the other side. If they'd hang head down at the top of the thing and wait quietly, maybe something good would come along. But no—with men it's rush, rush, rush, every minute. I'm glad I'm a sedentary spider.
"Memory is a strange thing. It doesn’t work like I thought it did. It’s not a film you can replay. It’s more like a story you tell yourself, and the story changes every time."
