"Deep inside, she knew who she was, and that person was smart and kind and often even funny, but somehow her personality got lost somewhere between her heart and her mouth, and she found herself saying the wrong thing or, more often, nothing at all."
"No, we weren’t lovers, but in a way we had opened ourselves to each other even more deeply than lovers do. The thought caused me a good deal of grief. What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for-and to do it so unconsciously." - Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood