Perhaps The Story You Finish Is Never

What's Real And What's True Aren't Necessarily The Same.

My Horizon's Have Shrunk And I Have Only Endings To Write.

Memory Has Its Own Special Kind. It Selects, Eliminates, Alters, Exaggerates, Minimizes, Glorifies, And Vilifies Also; But In The End It Creates Its Own Reality, Its Heterogeneous But Usually Coherent Version Of Events; And No Sane Human Being Ever Trusts Someone Else's Version More Than His Own.

‎no People Whose Word For 'yesterday' Is The Same As Their Word For 'tomorrow' Can Be Said To Have A Firm Grip On The Time.

A Man Who Catches History's Eye Is Thereafter Bound To A Mistress From Whom He Will Never Escape.