If you can’t trust your own mind, then what have you got?
History isn’t fact. It’s narrative, one carefully curated and shaped. Under the pen strokes of the right scribe, a villain becomes a hero, a lie becomes the truth.
Change is frightening, especially to those in power.
As we begin preserving the most essential pieces of civilization, deciding what is remembered, what is forgotten, how will we know what those things are if we can’t even agree on how to count them?
Any man can be a success, but it takes a madman to be great.
With few exceptions, attraction is entirely irrelevant to human history. It only matters on the small scale of the human heart.
When you feel the tug of history, give it a pull.
When a man is old, he doesn’t care what he remembers. He cares how he’s remembered.
We’ve all been guilty of magical thinking at one time or other.
We pair to procreate, or so we’re taught. Love itself is inconsequential when measured against the scale of the galaxy.
We have to try. And that is all there is in a crisis. Trying.[to Lewis]
We all tell ourselves stories to make sense of the tiny roles we all play in a vast and wildly complicated galaxy.
