if we keep them locked up and hidden, even from ourselves, we are bound to be sick at heart. Isolation is a killer, and leaves us alone with our brains, which aren’t always thinking straight. And when that happens, we’re susceptible to making bad choices.

This was a formula for living a life full of secrets.

Frank knew this now. People constantly hid. It was a sickness maybe worse than the Parkinson’s

I wasn’t keen on selling secrets to tourists.

He had come to realize that excavation is not a solitary activity. It’s by sharing our griefs with others, and thinking together about what they mean, that we learn to overcome fear and know each other at the deepest level. “What we hunger for perhaps more than anything else is to be known in our full humanness, and yet that is often just what we a