Keep your own secret, and get out other people's.

There are some things I keep sacred. My middle name. Who I sleep with. And what kind of hand moisturizer I use.

Isolation is nice," thought Brant as she drifted closer to sleep. "It's a shame you can't share it with anybody.

Don't take in no strangers while I'm gone. She sighed deeply. They ain't a soul in this world but what is a stranger to me, she said.

Things keep their secrets.

It is true that I intentionally try to keep it (my private life) from everyone. I don't like to show off my private life. Maybe that's why it makes me mysterious?

Many share my views with me. But I don't share them with them.

Secrets have power. And that power diminishes when they are shared, so they are best kept and kept well. Sharing secrets, real secrets, important ones, with even one other person, will change them. Writing them down is worse, because who can tell how many eyes might see them inscribed on paper, no matter how careful you might be with it. So it's really best to keep your secrets when you have them, for their own good, as well as yours.

They will tell you, you can't sleep alone in strange place.
Then they'll tell you, you can't sleep with somebody else.
Ah, but sooner or later you sleep in your own space.
Either way, it's okay, you wake with yourself.

The awake share a common world, but the asleep turn aside into private worlds.

...And everything depends upon how near you sleep to me.

I’m very, very private; I don’t enjoy talking about myself to strangers...Particularly strangers with tapes going.

The most important things in our intimate lives can't be discussed with strangers, except in books.

In the bare room under the old library on the hill in the town at the tip of the small peninsula on the cold island so far from everything else, I lived among strangers and birds.