The Heart's Invisible Furies

by John Boyne

table and standing over us so I could smell the sweat that followed him around like a guilty secret.

we should help him for no other reason than he had asked for our help.

“You think you know what you’re talking about? You don’t understand anything of what you’re saying. Develop a little humanity, why don’t you?”

When people know too much about your life, they can use it against you.” “I don’t like to keep secrets,” he said. “It’s not about keeping secrets,” I insisted. “It’s about holding some of yourself back. It’s about privacy.”

that life had manifested the heart’s invisible furies on his face.