“Sometimes words drew blood, they cut your tongue, they made you know things you couldn't unknow. ”

“Do you know how, when you are on the verge of a breakdown, the world pounds in your ears; a rush of blood, of consequence? Do you now how it feels when the truth cuts your tongue to ribbons, and still you have to speak it?”

“Once you know a thing you can’t ever unknow it.”

“Sometimes letting the truth out lets people heal, and sometimes it makes things worse. And you couldn't really know which, until you did it, and sometimes only later.”

“You cut up a thing that's alive and beautiful to find out how it's alive and why it's beautiful, and before you know it, it's neither of those things, and you're standing there with blood on your face and tears in your sight and only the terrible ache of guilt to show for it.”

“She tied you to the kitchen chair, she broke your throne and she cut your hair, and from your lips she drew the "hallelujah”