Someone who’s keeping a secret, who’s desperate to keep that secret, and desperate to stay hidden, can hurt everyone around them.
Everyone has a secret. People are always hiding something: their vulnerabilities, their fears, their shame. I don’t care how happy he looks. Everyone has a monster.
Do you not yet comprehend the wicked secret of the immortal? All age and die, save you. All rot and fall to dust, save you. Any child you bear becomes a crone and perishes before your eyes. Any lover withers and shrinks into incontinence and bent, toothless senility. While you, only you, never age. Never tire. Never fade. Alone. But after a time you’ll lose the desire for passion entirely, for connection with anyone. Like a muscle that atrophies from lack of use. And one day you’ll realize you’ve become like them. Beautiful and dead. You have become a perfect, unchanging portrait of yourself.
We have powerful tools: openness, optimism, and the spirit of curiosity. All they have is secrecy and fear. And fear is the great destroyer.[to Rios]
The secret to real power is to never betray your intentions, to wear nothing on your sleeve, and to never let anyone see your face.[to Michael]