Lisa Joy

The past can haunt a man. That's what they say. That the past is just a series of moments. Each one perfect. Complete. A bead on the necklace of time. The past doesn't haunt us. Wouldn't even recognize us. If there are ghosts to be found, it's us who haunt the past. We haunt it, so we can look again. See the people we miss, and the things we missed about them.

No such thing as a happy ending. All endings are sad. Especially if the story was happy.

Nothing is more addictive than the past. Who wouldn't want to be reunited with a loved one? Or relive the most meaningful moments of their life? But memories, even good ones, have a voracious appetite. If you're not careful, they consume you.

Memory is the boat that sails against its current.

You're going on a journey. A journey through memory. Your destination? A place and time you've been before. To reach it, all you have to do is follow my voice.

Memories are like perfume. Better in small doses.

Dying men always want closure. Some last, happy thought to cling to before they die.

Only the rich mold the world to meet their delusions.

Your best moments aren't behind you. They're waiting for your arrival.

Nostalgia never goes out of style.

People love their secrets. They think secrets are the one thing they can take with them when they go.

Forgotten things can always be fished up and dusted off. But the lost, those things people never really took much notice of until they were gone. They're defined by their absence.

What other ending could there be?"

People don't just disappear.