The most dangerous lies are the ones we tell ourselves.

In the end, we are all just stories waiting to be told.

In the labyrinth of Beirut, we find both our past and our future.

I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart.