“Everybody's got their secrets; I carry mine like a jagged stone in my shoe.”

“My secret is cool and mysterious like a jagged scar across my chest, and not dull and heavy like I gave up church buy not the angst.”

“For so long, it was just my secret. It burned inside me, and I felt like I was carrying something important, something that made me who I was and made me different from everybody else. I took it with me everywhere, and there was never a moment when I wasn't aware of it. It was like I was totally awake, like I could feel every nerve ending in my body. Sometimes my skin would almost hurt from the force of it, that's how strong it was. Like my whole body was buzzing or something. I felt almost, I don't know, noble, like a medieval knight or something, carrying this secret love around with me.”

“I remember things like that...A lifetimes accredidation of unkindness, all of those little longering hurts that I carried around like stones sewn into my pockets.”

“My worst flaw is that I tell secrets, my own and everybody else's. ”

“Why they don’t wanna walk in my shoes, I ask them to come out of their shoes and walk the world in mine and then judge me.”