Those who have prejudices do not know the facts.
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.
It’s a fact of life. People we love leave us. Unless you chain them to a radiator, which for some reason is illegal.
If you’re planning on disobeying a direct order, best not to advertise the fact.
Good lawyers worry about facts. Great lawyers worry about their opponents.
Fact is, most people have secrets, even the most unlikely ones.
Confidence is good. Facts on your side, better.
Being informed, knowing facts as they are, not how we wish to perceive them, can tip the balance between life and death.
A lot of the rest was in the papers over the next year, if you know where to look. These facts were paid for in blood, so honor that. I don’t know if it’ll make any difference, but it should because we deserve a better world.
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.
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?
Sometimes it’s hard to separate fact from fiction.
