When we’re gone, our stories will be all that’s left.
Yesterday’s yesterday, but today’s today. And God knows if there’ll be a tomorrow.
When you spend as much time as I did collecting other people’s stories, you kind of stop having your own.
We don’t know how all this ends. The story might be the only thing that’s left.[to Victor]
I don’t stay in the car. That rule’s kept me alive even before people were eating each other’s faces.[to Isabelle]
We’re not ghosts. What we lost doesn’t define us. Maybe what we do. Maybe. Or maybe what we’re running from.
The world goes to s***. Everybody’s a philosopher.
The truth matters. Even if it’s just heard out loud. Even if it’s just heard once.
The truth isn’t about words. It’s about what really happened and what’s happening now.
