All that counts is the truth. Without it you're basically just juggling people's daft ideas.

All that counts is the truth. Without it you're basically just juggling people's daft ideas.

I thought, briefly, that I would never feel as intensely connected to the world, to another human being, as I did at that moment.

Nobody fights you like your own sister; nobody else knows the most vulnerable parts of you and will aim for them without mercy.

And it was suddenly very simple: There was no choice.

How could you live each day knowing that you were simply whiling away the days until your own death?

I realized I was afraid of living without him. How is it you have the right to destroy my life, I wanted to demand of him, but I’m not allowed a say in yours? But I had promised.