“A secret is a rotting anchor, hidden in deep water. You drop it and convince yourself that it’s safe, tethered beyond sight. In that peculiar comfort, you forget that it binds you. And when a storm rolls in, it will not raise.”
“Words like anchors, tethering boats of memory that would otherwise be settled by the storm.”
“Sometimes it's better to drop the anchor when you can't steer.”
“All you need is one safe anchor to keep you grounded when the rest of your life spins out of control.”
“How wonderful, I thought every time I watched it: to stand next to the people who knew you best and hide yourself completely. To be simultaneously secret and exposed, to be concealed in plain sight, to keep yourself safe and to deliberately risk that safety.”
“I was the place where you anchored. I was the deep water where you could be weightless. I was the surface where you saw your own reflection. You scooped me up in your hands.”