Why is it that fools always have the instinct to hunt out the unpleasant secrets of life, and the hardiness to mention them?

Teasing Secrets from the Dead: My Investigations at America's Most Infamous Crime Scenes.

For the righteous, the revelation is a joyous event, the realization of a divine truth. But for the wicked, revelations can be far more terrifying, when dark secrets are exposed and sinners are punished for their trespasses.

I'm not so great at keeping secrets; maybe that's why no one ever tells me things.

I've always been intrigued by the power of secrets. When is it justifiable to keep them from the ones we love? And does keeping them irrevocably change who we are?

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.