You've learned that every good lie is threaded with truth and every accepted truth leaks lies.
And he hated himself and hated her,too, for the ruin they'd made of each other.
There's something ugly about the flawless.
Maybe there are some things we were put on this earth not to know.
She was afraid of all that and so much more, but what terrified her most was inside of her, an insect of unnatural intelligence who’d been living in her brain her entire life, playing with it, clicking across it, wrenching loose its cables on a whim.
It's hard to close the door on optimistic expectations when you love someone.