“Dementia was like a truth serum.”

“Lack of clarity is a writer's truth.”

“While it is good to speak well, it is better to speak the truth.”

“She would be quiet at first. Then she would say a word about something small, something she had noticed, and then another word, and another, each one flung out like a little piece of sand, one from this direction, another form behind, more and more, until his looks, his character, his soul would have eroded away . . . I was afraid that some unseen speck of truth would fly into my eye, blur what I was seeing and transform him from the divine man I thought he was into someone quite mundane, mortally wounded with tiresome habits and irritating imperfections.”

“Seeing her this last time, I threw myself on her body. And she opened her eyes slowly. I was not scared. I knew she could see me and what she had finally done. So i shut her eyes with my fingers and told her with my heart: I cah see the truth, too. I am strong, too.”

“We are living in a world where everything is false. The society is like bright paint applied on top of rotten wood.”

“I tried to keep very still, but my heart felt like crickets scratching to get out of the cage.”