You realize that our mistrust of the future makes it hard to give up the past.

As if we can ever imagine the past, future, life on other planets, everything is such an extension, such a projection of life as we know it.

When you understand, that what you're telling is just a story. It isn't happening anymore. When you realize the story you're telling is just words, when you can just crumble up and throw your past in the trashcan, then we'll figure out who you're going to be.

You know that old phrase ‘Those who don’t remember the past are condemned to repeat it’? Well, I think those who remember the past are even worse off.

Those who can forget the past are way ahead of the rest of us.

When did the future switch from being a promise to being a threat?