“Is this the truth we knew, and then forgot?Maybe the lies are all that we've gotBut aren't they beautiful?”
“In this new place we've found, sometimes there aren't words, because the truth can be even more difficult than the lies.”
“We assume that all statements must be mild inversions of the truth, because it's too weird to imagine people who aren't casually lying, pretty much all the time.”
“We all complete. Maybe none of us really understand what we've lived through, or feel we've had enough time.”
“Lying – remembering beauty in truth.”
“I'd always thought telling the truth to other people was hard, but maybe that was a snap compared to telling the truth to yourself. Sometimes we just refused to know what we knew.”