“Some secrets are wrong and ought to be told.”

“The problem I have telling my secret', said Eldric, 'is that it's a secret.”

“My own mask stayed just where it ought. I’ve had lots of practice.”

“Secrets press inside a person. They press the way water presses at a dam. The secrets and the water, they both want to get out.”

“It's one thing to keep secrets. It's quite another to lie.”

“Poor Cecil, consumed by a grande passion, only to be told to compress his love manifesto into a haiku. “I won’t try to excuse my behavior,” he said. “It was despicable.” Or a limerick. There once was a rotter named Cecil, Whose Love Interest wished he could be still. Oh well. Unlike some, at least, I’ve never pretended to be a poet.”

“That’s where proper stories begin, don’t they, when the handsome stranger arrives and everything goes wrong?”