I have many memories of my time with Planned Parenthood. I spent eight years of my life there. Some memories are good, some are not. But they are contained in my mind. It's easy to forget them.
We coin concepts and we use them to analyse and explain nature and society. But we seem to forget, midway, that these concepts are our own constructs and start equating them with reality.
It is just not something we need to forget easily, to just bend the knee, to put on our t-shirts, Black Lives Matter, and one week after everyone forgets that.
So I went to English school, secondary English school, so forget going to Mecca for my religious education.
Sometimes children do forget their filial responsibilities.
I am over that phase where any kind of story would bother me, be it personal or professional. I just laugh it off and forget about it.
There is nothing remotely dignified about sorting through rotting trash to find something to feed your child, or asking someone for money because you have none (anyone who has contrived to give people money before they had to ask will never forget the look of gratitude in their eyes).
Man's sin is in his failure to live what he is. Being the master of the earth, man forgets that he is the servant of God.
On the pitch, I can be really fearless. It's all about performing, and I forget about everything else. When I step off, in real life, I can be a different person. I can feel vulnerable sometimes.
You kind of forget he's Peter Jackson in a way because he's so normal; he's lovely. It's like having a friend direct you, except it's Peter Jackson.
