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“But that is how a tragedy like ours or King Lear breaks your heart¡ªby making you believe that the ending might still be happy, until the very last minute.”
― M.L. Rio, If We Were Villains

“Sometimes he wakes so far from himself that he can¡¯t even remember who he is. ¡°Where am I?¡± he asks, desperate, and then, ¡°Who am I? Who am I?¡±
And then he hears, so close to his ear that it is as if the voice is originating inside his own head, Willem¡¯s whispered incantation. ¡°You¡¯re Jude St. Francis. You are my oldest, dearest friend. You¡¯re the son of Harold Stein and Julia Altman. You¡¯re the friend of Malcolm Irvine, of Jean-Baptiste Marion, of Richard Goldfarb, of Andy Contractor, of Lucien Voigt, of Citizen van Straaten, of Rhodes Arrowsmith, of Elijah Kozma, of Phaedra de los Santos, of the Henry Youngs.
¡°You¡¯re a New Yorker. You live in SoHo. You volunteer for an arts organization; you volunteer for a food kitchen.
¡°You¡¯re a swimmer. You¡¯re a baker. You¡¯re a cook. You¡¯re a reader. You have a beautiful voice, though you never sing anymore. You¡¯re an excellent pianist. You¡¯re an art collector. You write me lovely messages when I¡¯m away. You¡¯re patient. You¡¯re generous. You¡¯re the best listener I know. You¡¯re the smartest person I know, in every way. You¡¯re the bravest person I know, in every way.
¡°You¡¯re a lawyer. You¡¯re the chair of the litigation department at Rosen Pritchard and Klein. You love your job; you work hard at it.
¡°You¡¯re a mathematician. You¡¯re a logician. You¡¯ve tried to teach me, again and again.
¡°You were treated horribly. You came out on the other end. You were always you.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“A happy ending was imperative. I shouldn't have bothered to write otherwise. I was determined that in fiction anyway two men should fall in love and remain in it for the ever and ever that fiction allows, and in this sense, Maurice and Alec still roam the greenwood.”
― E.M. Forster, Maurice

“And so I try to be kind to everything I see, and in everything I see, I see him.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life