We’re constantly changing facts, rewriting history to make things easier, to make them fit in with our preferred version of events. We do it automatically. We invent memories. Without thinking. If we tell ourselves something happened often enough we start… — S.J. Watson Copy Share Image
Do you trust me? The question is usually asked before an admission that such trust is misplaced. — S.J. Watson Copy Share Image
“No treasure house of recollection, no wealth of experience, no accumulated wisdom to pass on. What are we, if not an accumulation of our… — S.J. Watson Copy Share Image
“She looks so young, so hungry, her eyes full of possibility, of what is in store for her.” — S.J. Watson Copy Share Image
It's so difficult, isn't it? To see what's going on when you're in the absolute middle of something? It's only with hindsight we can… — S.J. Watson Copy Share Image
"Is it possible to both want and not want something at the same time? For desire to ride with fear? — S.J. Watson Copy Share Image
“He forgave you though,' said Claire. 'He never held it against you, ever. All he cared about was that you lived, and that you… — S.J. Watson Copy Share Image
“Progress? You call this progress?” I was almost shouting now, anger spilled out of me as if I could no longer contain it. “If… — S.J. Watson Copy Share Image
