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

I take a few quick sips. "This is really good." And I mean it. I have never tasted tea like this. It is smooth, pungent, and instantly addicting.

"This is from Grand Auntie," my mother explains. "She told me 'If I buy the cheap tea, then I am saying that my whole life has not been worth something better.' A few years ago she bought it for herself. One hundred dollars a pound."

"You're kidding." I take another sip. It tastes even better.

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.

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

Self-delusion is pulling in your stomach when you step on the scales

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