We took away your art because we thought it would reveal your souls. Or to put it more finely, we did it to prove you had souls at all.
Poor creatures. What did we do to you? With all our schemes and plans?
It had never occurred to me that our lives, which had been so closely interwoven, could unravel with such speed.
Your life must now run the course that's been set for it.
The problem, as I see it, is that you've been told and not told. You've been told, but none of you really understand, and I dare say, some people are quite happy to leave it that way.
My donors have always tended to do much better than expected.
You need to remember that. If you’re to have decent lives, you have to know who you are and what lies ahead of you, every one of you.
Sometimes I get so immersed in my own company, if I unexpectedly run into someone I know, it's a bit of a shock and takes me a while to adjust.
Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.
She always wanted to believe in things.