What I hate more than anything is a liar, a charlatan, someone who doesn’t believe in what they say.
Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world. The disarray. I choose to see the beauty. To believe there is an order to our days, a purpose.
I’ve told you, Bernard. Never place your trust in us. We’re only human. Inevitably, we will disappoint you.
We construct fairy tales and we accept them. Our minds concoct all sorts of fantasies when we don’t want to believe something.