if you wanted to do something absolutely honest, something true, it always turned out to be a thing that had to be done alone.

Honesty is the key to a relationship. If you can fake that, you're in.

People who are brutally honest get more satisfaction out of the brutality than out of the honesty.

The whole point of crying was to quit before you cornied it up. The whole point of grief itself was to cut it out while it was still honest, while it still meant something. Because the thing was so easily corrupted, let yourself go and you started embellishing your own sobs.

Do you know what the definition of insane is? Yes. It’s the inability to relate to another human being. It’s the inability to love.

He couldn't even tell whether he was angry or contrite, whether it was forgiveness he wanted or the power to forgive.