Much of someone's real character lies in what they don't say about themselves.

Some things sound better if they don't come from you.

That is enough. Some things are better left unsaid for now.

After years of self deprecating behavior, I’ve never learned how to properly take a compliment. A part of me wants to argue with him, to tell him there’s nothing special about me.

Never praise a sister to a sister in the hope of your compliments reaching the proper ears

I really, really, really liked him. I liked the way his story ended with someone else. I liked his voice. I liked that he took existentially fraught free throws. I liked that he was a tenured professor in the Department of Slightly Crooked Smiles with a dual appointment in the Department of Having a Voice That Made My Skin Feel More Like Skin.