With a secret like that, at some point the secret itself becomes irrelevant. The fact that you kept it does not.
The whole thing's illusion, [Jacob], and there's nothing wrong with that. It's what people want from us. It's what they expect.
When did I stop being me?
Life goes on with fragile normalcy.
You work hard on a book and throw it out there and then it's beyond your control.
Why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus?