If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.

What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life?
The world would split open.

Within every elaborate lie, a kernel of truth.

Better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie.

The Face of Innocence is disguised by the Mask of Deceit. Only the Truth can remove it.

Why, if it was an illusion, not praise the catastrophe, whatever it was, that destroyed illusion and put truth in it's place?