You’re born alone and you die alone and this world just drops a bunch of rules on top of you to make you forget those facts.
When all the facts fall short of believability, fantasy feels reassuringly solid.
When the facts before you are so filled with uncanny coincidences that perhaps the first step to seeing things clearly is not to find a way to dismiss those facts, but to expand your sense of what reality might entail.
When facts are being so clearly ignored, it’s never because of incompetence.
Those who have prejudices do not know the facts.
Good lawyers worry about facts. Great lawyers worry about their opponents.
Confidence is good. Facts on your side, better.
The moment I saw you, I knew you were my boy. You weren’t a choice, Randall, you were a fact. You were never a replacement, son. Do you understand?
It’s a fact of life. People we love leave us. Unless you chain them to a radiator, which for some reason is illegal.
I’m not concerned with facts. Not if they interfere with my beliefs.
Fact is, most people have secrets, even the most unlikely ones.
This is not a place for feelings. Just the facts.[to Aleida]
