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wrong hands, the Volkovs will know I'm not only still

close to midnight. I don't want to ask

At Ilinskoye, Serge left the room in which his young sister-in-law had died completely untouched, locking a door that would never again be opened by anyone but himself.

When we die, these are the stories still on our lips. The stories we'll only tell strangers, someplace private in the padded cell of midnight. These important stories, we rehearse them for years in our head but never tell. These stories are ghosts, bringing people back from the dead. Just for a moment. For a visit. Every story is a ghost.

There are a lot of things we don't want to know about the people we love.

There are bodies buried everywhere you just have to know where to look.

We love our pain. We love our drama. But we will never, ever admit that.

There's a terrible dark joy when the only person who knows all your secrets is finally dead.

Nothing feels as awful as pouring your heart out to some talk therapist, then realizing this so-called professional is actually vastly stupid and you've just professed your most secret secrets to some goon who's wearing one brown sock and one blue sock.

There are lots of things we don't want to know about the people we love.

Cuando nos morimos, esas son las historias que siguen en nuestro labios. Las historias que solamente les contamos a desconocidos, en algún lugar íntimo de la celda acolchada de la medianoche. Esas historias importantes que nos pasamos años ensayando mentalmente pero que nunca contamos. Esas historias son fantasmas, que traen a la gente de vuelta de entre los muertos. Solamente un momento. De visita. Cada historia es un fantasma.

There are a lot of things we don't want to know about the people we love.

There's a ter­ri­ble dark joy when the on­ly per­son who knows all your se­crets is fi­nal­ly dead. Your par­ents. Your doc­tor. Your ther­apist. Your case­work­er. The sun's out­side the bath­room win­dow try­ing to show us we're all be­ing stupid. All you have to do is look around.

There are lots of things we don't want to know about the people we love.

Hay un montón de cosas que deseamos ignorar sobre la gente que queremos.

There are lot of things we don't want to know about the people we love.

It feels bad, telling you all this. Spoiling the surprise, I mean. You'll see it all yourself, soon enough. That is, if you live too long. Or if you just give up and go nuts ahead of schedule. My mom, Eva, even you, eventually everybody gets a bracelet.

At home, I'm too scared to look in the fridge. Picture dozens of little plastic sandwich bags labeled with cities like Las Vegas and Chicago and Milwaukee where Tyler had to make good his threats to protect chapters of fight club. Inside each bag would be a pair of messy tidbits, frozen solid

I want you to know more than just what people think is safe to tell you," she said.

People would make a much fuller confession to Satan than to God.

That boy said there's a corpse buried beneath each cherry tree. That's why they bloom so prettily. He smiled when he said that. Who was he?

Midian is where the monsters go.

How many human eyes ... had snatched glimpses of their secret anatomies, down the passage of years?