"We are all the sum of our memories, but what happens when those memories are erased or altered? Do we become someone else, or do we remain the same person, just with a different past?"

When I’m painting, I’m not thinking about anything. I’m just painting.

文学是可见世界与不可见世界之间的桥梁。

I wasn't thinking anything cruel while I ran my hands and lips across Chloe's body, it was simply that Chloe would probably have been disturbed by news that I was thinking at all.