Amor deliria nervosa. The deadliest of all deadly things.
His secret name, which belongs to me, and to him, and to no one else.
How is it possible, I think, to change so much and not be able to change anything at all?
That’s what you do for family. Anything.
I need to live my life in the light of their deaths. I need to live.
Lies are just stories, and stories are all that matter. We all tell stories. Some are more truthful than others, maybe, but in the end the only thing that counts is what you can make people believe.