Do remember, though, that sometimes the people you oppress become mightier than you would like.
But now, I am also learning this: WE can be mended. We mend each other.
But Christina and I are not people who cry together; we're people who fight together. SO I hold my tears in.
And sometimes, if you want the truth, you have to demand it.
This is bizarre, I say.I think it's beautiful, he says.I give him a look.What? He laughs a little. They each have an equal role in government; they each feel equally responsible. And it makes them car...
I have done bad things. I can't take them back, and they are part of who I am. Most of the time, they seem like the only thing I am.
I did not know that my entire personality, my entire being, could be discarded as the byproduct of my anatomy. What if I really am just someone with a large prefrontal cortex...and nothing more?
He pulls me over the railing and against his chest, gathering me into his arms, easing an arm under my knees. I press my face into his shoulder, and there is a sudden, hollow silence.
Being honest doesn't mean you say whatever you want, wherever you want. It means that what you choose to say is true.