illusion is more than art. it is a way of life.

The Others (2001)

At first I couldn’t understand what the pillows where doing in my hands and why you didn’t move, but then I knew…it had happened…I killed my children. I got the rifle, I put it to my forehead and I pulled the trigger. Nothing. And I heard your laughter in the bedroom…you were playing with the pillows as if nothing had happened…and I thought the Lord and his great mercy was giving me another chance. Tell them, don’t give up, be strong, be a good mother…but now…but now, what does this all mean? Where are we?

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