People wandered in for books and conversation. They brought their stories to her, some bound, and some known by heart. She recognized some of the stories as real, and some as fiction. But she honored them all, though she didn't buy every one.

Just because it's the truth doesn't make it less insulting.

…it’s not the truth about others that will set you free, but the truth about yourself.

Just because it's the truth doesn't make it any less insulting.