The Little Liar

by Mitch Albom

questioning a madman is like interrogating a spider. They both go on spinning their webs until someone squashes them out of existence.

To keep harmony, there are things you might not say, even if you know them to be accurate. It is, technically, an act of deceit. It is also an act of love. The two are more connected than you think.

In the end, he blamed himself for misaligning his life. He shouldn’t have. His mind was not his own. War still takes hostages, long after it is over.