The truth is a cleansing fire which burns away the lies we’ve told each other and the lies we’ve told ourselves. So that love and hate, pleasure and pain, can all be expressed without shame. Where there is no good or bad, there is only the truth.
The trouble with stories is, if you keep them going long enough, they all end in death.
You’re a good person. Unfortunately, good people seldom survive in this world.[to Rosemary]
The secret to having compassion for people is knowing that they are fundamentally selfish.
I have no reason to hurt you. Until you give me one.[to Rosemary]
Good thing about being in prison, you do have plenty of time to read.[to Ethel]
