We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.
"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."
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.
