Candor does not provide us with protection, sustenance, or technological innovation. Therefore you are expendable to us.

You can't be fearless, remember? Because you still care about things. About your life.

People, I have discovered, are layers and layers of secrets. You believe you know them, that you understand them, but their motives are always hidden from you, buried in their own hearts. You will never know them, but sometimes you decide to trust them.

He moves his thumb in a slow circle over the back of my hand. It is meant to comfort me, but it frustrates me instead. I need to talk to him. I need to look at him.

My dear girl. I am his family. I am permanent. You are only temporary.

May the peace of God be with you," she says, her voice low, "even in the midst of trouble." "Why would it?" I say softly, so no one else can hear. "After all I've done..." "It isn't about you," she says. "It is a gift. You cannot earn it, or it ceases to be a gift.

Sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them.