But it seems impossible to speak and yet say nothing, you think you have succeeded, but you always overlook something.
I often found myself in situations where I had, without thinking, said too much to too many with too little caution.
You gave yourself away, word by word, every time you opened your trap to speak.
The act of writing is a way of tricking yourself into revealing something that you would never consciously put into the world. Sometimes I'm shocked by the deeply personal things I've put into books without realizing it.
Some men promise to keep your secret and yet reveal it without knowing they are doing so; they do not wag their lips, and yet they are understood; it is read on their brow and in their eyes; it is seen through their breast; they are transparent.
I mean, that was a throwaway thought, because my focus was - my intent and my focus was to never go public.
Truth sometimes corner unawares upon Caution, and sometimes speaks in public as unconsciously as in a dream.
You can't help but reveal your bias, and you can't but invest personally in any story that you tell.
Ironically, I'm a really crap liar, even though I do it for a living. I give away too much, somehow. I can't lie!
