“He joined Jude in the kitchen and began making a salad, and JB slumped to the dining-room table and started flipping through a novel Jude had left there. "I read this," he called over to him. "Do you want to know what happens in the end?" "No, JB," said Jude. "I'm only halfway through.""The minister character dies after all.""JB!"After that, JB's mood seemed to improve.”
“He joined Jude in the kitchen and began making a salad, and JB slumped to the dining-room table and started flipping through a novel Jude had left there. "I read this," he called over to him. "Do you want to know what happens in the end?" "No, JB," said Jude. "I'm only halfway through.""The minister character dies after all.""JB!"After that, JB's mood seemed to improve.”
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“. . .the particular way he had of structuring his paragraphs, beginning and ending each with a joke that wasn't really a joke, but an insult cloaked in a silken cape.”
Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life“His persistent nostalgia depressed him, aged him, and yet he couldn't stop feeling that the most glorious years, the years when everything seemed drawn in florescents, were gone. Everyone had been so much more entertaining then. What had happened?”
Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life“He will be someone who is defined, first and always, by what he is missing.”
Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life“. . . breathing slowly and rubbing his palm against his chest as if to soothe his heart.”
Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life“He has a vision of his life as a sliver of soap, worn and used and smoothed into a slender, blunt-edged arrow-head, a little more of it disintegrating with every day.”
Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life“That morning he feels fresh-scrubbed and cleansed, as if he is being given yet another opportunity to live his life correctly.”
Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life“He sits at the table and reads novels, old favorites of his, the words and plots and characters comforting and lived-in and unchanged.”
Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life“In those hours he is awake and prowling through the building, he sometimes feels he is a demon who has disguised himself as a human, and only at night is it safe to shed the costume he must wear by daylight, and indulge his true nature.”
Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life“Thank god he wasn't a writer, or he'd have nothing to write about.”
Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life“He had never done it before, and so he had no real understanding of how slow, and sad, and difficult it was to end a friendship.”
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