Even an obvious fabrication is some comfort when you have few others.

We were revisionists; what we revised was ourselves.

I don't want to see anyone. I lie in the bedroom with the curtains drawn and nothingness washing over me like a sluggish wave. Whatever is happening to me is my own fault. I have done something wrong, something so huge I can't even see it, something that's drowning me. I am inadequate and stupid, without worth. I might as well be dead.

The human brain is a complex organ with the wonderful power of enabling man to find reasons for continuing to believe whatever it is that he wants to believe.

I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.

The true in the false, gradually strips away all self-delusion until all that remains is pure being.