Journos are twisted sods. - Emma Newman

He doesn’t answer. I can’t stand these little silences from him. They’re too loud.

That was the second major lie I told that week. It gets easier, in some ways; now I lie without expending any effort. But I think each one has its own weight. One alone may barely register, like a grain of sand in the palm of one’s hand. But soon enough there’s more than can be held and they start to slip through our grasp if we’re not careful.
I’m always careful.

It’s the first rule of any change to a licensing agreement: it’s not for the benefit of the end user, no matter what they say.