You know, like when you look in the mirror and the thing you see is not the thing as it really is.

“Ma'am," Augustus said, nodding toward her, "Your daughter's car has just been d…”

“The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer…”

“I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.”

“Isn't it also that on some fundamental level we find it difficult to understand…”