The past informs the present. Memory makes the map we carry, no matter how hard we try to erase it.

When moments are exchanged for memories, the only way we can access them is to visit the past, and while visiting the past, it becomes our present. One thing to consider is do you want that to be the gift you want to give yourself?

I did not know who I was. But now, watching it all unfold — and having a past, a present and a future — I think what a little character I was. The character I am now, it's a good and seasoned woman. There's not so much vaudeville, but plenty of heart.

True stories can't be told forward, only backward. We invent them from the vantage point of an ever-changing present and tell ourselves how they unfolded.

We should kill our pasts with each passing day. Blot them out, so that they will not hurt. Each present day could thus be endured more easily, it would not be measured against what no longer exists. As things our, spectres mix with our lives so that there is neither pure memory nor pure life. They clash and try to strangle each other, continually.

We should kill our pasts with each passing day. Blot them out, so that they will not hurt. Each present day could thus be endured more easily, it would not be measured against what no longer exists. As things are, spectres mix with our lives so that there is neither pure memory nor pure life. They clash and try to strangle each other, continually