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an empty sack

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“I wonder which is preferable, to walk around all your life swollen up with your own secrets until you burst from the pressure of them, or to have them sucked out of you, every paragraph, every sentence, every word of them, so at the end you’re depleted of all that was once as precious to you as hoarded gold, as close to you as your skin – everything that was of the deepest importance to you, everything that made you cringe and wish to conceal, everything that belonged to you alone – and must spend the rest of your days like an empty sack flapping in the wind, an empty sack branded with a bright fluorescent label so that everyone will know what sort of secrets used to be inside you?” – Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

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August 30, 2006 at 9:11 pm

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worth of a secret

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“A secret’s worth depends on the people from whom it must be kept.” – Carlos Ruis Zafon, The Shadow of the Wind.

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April 1, 2006 at 10:33 am

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