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以为
Memory is what we thought we’d forgotten; it’s also what we thought we’d remember.
When you are young, you think that the world is a place where you can live as you choose. But as you get older, you realize that the world is a place where you have to live as you must.
When you're young you think you're going to have lots of friends. But as you get older, you realize you can count them on one hand.
Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.
"A good novel should unsettle you, make you question what you thought you knew."
"Memory is a strange thing. It doesn’t work like I thought it did. We don’t remember, we rewrite memory much as history is rewritten. To remember is to remake, to reimagine."
"When you are young, you think you can leave and never look back. But you always do."
"Memory is a strange thing. It doesn't work as I thought it did. We are so foolishly constructed that we go through life arm in arm with our earliest memories, thinking they are the most recent."
"The most dangerous thing is to assume you know what you're doing."
"Books, which we mistake for consolation, only add depth to our sorrow."
"Memory is what we thought we'd forgotten; it's what we have forgotten we've forgotten."
I thought poetry could change everything, could change history and could humanize, and I think that the illusion is very necessary to live.
The truth is a mirror which fell from the hand of God and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.
I used to think the world was broken down by tribes. Then I thought it was broken down by rich and poor. Then I thought it was broken down by stupid and smart. But I know now that it is broken down by people who are alive and people who are dead.
The only obsession everyone wants: 'love.' People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you're whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You're whole, and then you're cracked open.
You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it's made out of. Nothin else.