The past was only tolerable if one felt above it, instead of having to stare stupidly at it aware of one's present impotence.
In trying to escape the fatality of memory, he discovered with an immense sadness that pursuing the past inevitably only leads to greater loss.
It is a sentimental error [. . .] to believe that the past is dead.
Whenever you are on the edge of revealing something important in your past, you stall, voicing suspicions of my questions because you are afraid, because you are reluctant to face your past.
I sincerely don’t have time to mess around with the past, because I’m not sure the past exists anymore.