"When I look back on my life, it’s not that I don’t want to see things exactly as they happened, it’s just that I prefer to remember them in an artistic way.
And truthfully, the lie of it all is much more honest because I invented it.
Clinical psychology tells us, arguably, that trauma is the ultimate killer.
Memories are not recycled like atoms and particles in quantum physics; they can be lost forever.  It’s sort of like my past is an unfinished painting and as the artist of that painting, I must fill in all the ugly holes and make it beautiful again.
It’s not that I’ve been dishonest, it’s just that I loathe reality."