The truth feels different from other things. The closest you can come to describing it is that it feels like taking a perfect breath.

I wish she could see how it hits him. The look on his face, his life caving in. Because then maybe she’d realize, if only for a split second, that even though the world doesn’t matter to her, she matters to the world.

It’s as simple as that. Simple and complicated, as most true things are.

He was attractive. I knew that. And I knew that attractive people always got away with things.

Haven't I taught her anything?" Infinite Darlene is clearly exasperated. "I mean, I know she has bad taste. But this is like licking the bottom of your stiletto.

You know there's no such thing as a complete lie. There's always some truth in there.

It is much harder to lie to someone's face.But.It is also much harder to tell the truth to someone's face.

People like to say being gay isn't like skin color, isn't anything physical. They tell us we always have the option of hiding.But if that's true, why do they always find us?

If you want to live within the definition of your own truth, you have to choose to go through the painful process of finding it.