Maybe honesty is overvalued. What's truly priceless is picking out from a stream of falsehoods the ones you most need to hear.

As Lacy waited for her turn to speak on Peter's behalf, she thought back to the first time she realized she could hate her own child.

Objection!" Metz shouts. Grounds?" the judge asks. Well...he's my witness!

Why is it that only in the very beginnings of a relationship are you aware of the heat coming from inside a person, of the number of inches you would have to move for your shoulders to brush as if it were an accident?

Why are you doing this to yourself? When something bad happens, why do you have to pick at it until it bleeds all over again?

I realize how quickly lies compound. They cover like a coat of paint, one on top of the other, until you cannot remember what color you started with.

Scars are just a treasure map for pain you've buried too deep to remember.