Цитаты из книги A Brightness Long Ago

Memory fails and lies, both.

It is all interwoven, memory, and what we become. We are always the person we were, and we grow into someone very different, if we live long enough. Both things are true.

The dead cannot be brought back to us. We can try to ease the chaos of their loss.

He would use this day, I thought. We weren't a matter of sorrow or concern to this man, we were material for a painting or a sculpture. Our faces, postures, the mood in the room, the morning light from the windows. Artists, I thought, could be cold people.

Your role can limit and control you at risk of your life. It happens. Sometimes it has killed people.

Truth and memory do not easily dance together.

Truth dies before good images, or stories.

I was shaken. I was shattered, it might be better to say. We all were. How not? Truly, how not? We were as glass, dropped from a height to break on a stone floor.

The sailors say the rain misses the cloud even as it falls through light or dark into the sea. I miss her like that as I fall through my life, through time, the chaos of our time.

There are not always wise or meaningful words spoken at the end of a life. Nor does courage always find a reward, except in the memory of others, perhaps, and that is a tenuous thing.

We are what we are in the world, when it allows.

A young man appears to be telling his story. Others are having their stories told.

An earlier folly does not make sense of a later one.

Безопасность заключается в чем-то своем, а для кого-то она вовсе недостижима

Уравновешивающие деяния души... Покорность встречается чаще, чем ее противоположность -восстание в гневе и сопротивление. В нашем мире волки обитают и под сводами прекрасных дворцов, и в темных лесах, и на диких пустошах.