All facades fall sometime, then the mask comes off and the real heart is seen.

A ‘hello again’ after the final goodbye is sometimes harder than just keeping the goodbye as it was.

If we’re wrapping ourselves up to conceal any vulnerability, whatever happens to us has to go through all those extra layers. Sometimes love doesn’t even reach where we truly live.

I do know that the slickest way to lie is to tell the right amount of truth--then shut up.

Masks beneath masks until suddenly the bare bloodless skull.

Seldom, very seldom, does complete truth belong to any human disclosure; seldom can it happen that something is not a little disguised or a little mistaken.