No secret can remain hidden for ever. Silently and patiently, it waits in the dark. It lets you build your life, carefully stacking the bricks one by one, and then it appears. It deals its blow and everything crumbles. That’s why it remains intact and incorruptible in time, waiting for its ultimate destiny to be revealed.

Never look back; you may only find what you left or let you go.

Literature is the real life of imaginary people.

That was always my fear, that perhaps books would lead me astray, teaching me about a life that didn’t match reality.

Telling Sam and Daneca feels like peeling off my own skin to expose everything underneath. It hurts.

[S]ecrets are like stars. They blaze inside the heart and ultimately could be explosive. But there are two types of secrets. Small secrets, like small stars, will eventually burn out. With time and space they lose their importance and simply vanish. No harm done. But big secrets, like massive stars, with time and constant fear grow stronger, creating a gravitational pull that eventually ... When they get so big, they become a black hole.