“It's not me who can't keep a secret. It's the people I tell that can't.”

“Of course I can keep secrets. It's the people I tell them to who can't keep them.”

“My brain is telling me to stop staring at him, but for some reason I can't. It's almost... instinct... to keep on looking at him.”

“[In my dream] they slide their lips over my skin, whispering whispering whispering. They tell me their names, they tell me their lives, they tell me their pain...I can't struggle, I can't stop laughing, I can't resist these people who once were.”

“There are some secrets we keep because we can't bear to let them out and some because it's better to keep them in.”

“You aren't insane, then." "Heavens no," I said. I eyed her. "You don't accept that."You see people that aren't there Mr. Leeds. It's a difficult fact to get around."And, yet, I live a good life," I said. "Tell me. Why would you consider me insane, but the man who can't hold a job, who cheats on his wife, who can't keep his temper in check, you call him sane?”