Truth engenders hatred of truth. As soon as it appears, it is the enemy.
I used to be very figurative and also just kind of scared to talk about the way I felt in a literal way.
Maybe time would not feel as heavy if I didn't have this guilt -- the guilt of knowing the truth and stuffing it down where no one can see it, not even Tobias. Maybe I should not be so afraid of saying anything, because honesty will make me feel lighter.
Like most people who live in India, I complain about corruption, but know that I can live with corrupt men. It is the honest ones I secretly worry about.
I am not afraid of the truth, if any one could tell it me, but I am afraid of parts of it impertinently uttered.
Sometimes I dread the truth of the lines I say. But the dread must never show.
Sometimes, when you don't ask questions, it's not because you are afraid that someone will lie to your face. It's because you're afraid they'll tell you the truth.
Some people are scared to tell the truth, but I'm going to tell you the Good, the bad, the ugly," it's like, "Let's go there. Let's talk about it."
