Clytemnestra

n moments of pain, some words are spoken with a harshness that is not truly meant. But even so, words can grow roots inside one’s heart. You can bury them, hoping they will wither and die, but roots keep finding something to latch on to.

dysseus once told me the best thing that can happen to a man—or a woman for that matter—is to be talked about

n truth, we must suffer. In lies, we can prosper.