It's one thing to keep secrets. It's quite another to lie.

Yes, I'm shallow, I don't mind admitting it. Perhaps I should admit that there's no end to the depths of my shallowness.

I was asking about lust, wasnʼt I? I was fairly certain of it. But isnʼt love supposed to come before lust? It does in the dictionary.

I’m not really the sacrificing type.

I don't know what it is, but I ache for it each day. It's as though I have eyes, but there are colors I cannot see. As though I have ears, but there's a range of notes I cannot hear.

Death had no lips, but it was smiling

Meaning. If you're going to die, you want to find meaning in life. You want to connect the dots.