Hanya Yanagihara Quotes
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Any frequent visitor to Hawaii is fixated on mapping how the islands have changed since their last visit.
All fat people hated summer in New York: everything was always sticking to everything else, flesh to flesh, flesh to fabric. You never felt truly dry.
Harold," he says, although Andy is still talking, "release me. Release me from my promise to you. Don't make me do this anymore. Don't make me go on.
Again. Was it better to trust or better to be wary? Could you have a real friendship if some part of you was always expecting betrayal?
I think there are patterns of the aftermath of colonization that you see echoed in cultures and communities across the world.
And now you've been so fucking spoiled by things coming to you so easily that you think everything's just going to happen for you.
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.
that life, adulthood, would keep presenting them with astonishing experiences, that their marvelous years were not behind them.
Sometimes, all he has to do is sit up, and he will be reminded, as if slapped across the face, that his body owns him, not the other way around.
I knew that he had decided that Caleb was right, that he was disgusting, that he had, somehow, deserved what had happened to him.
That's your dad talking, Mal. Your life won't be any less valid, or any less legitimate, if you don't have kids.
That morning he feels fresh-scrubbed and cleansed, as if he is being given yet another opportunity to live his life correctly.
he realizes that this is the way it is, the way it must be: you don't visit the lost, you visit the people who search for the lost.
It's a good story,' he said. He even grinned at me. 'I'll tell you.'
'Please,' I said.
And then he did.
'Please,' I said.
And then he did.
He will be reminded of how trapped he is, trapped in a body he hates, with a past he hates, and how he will never be able to change either.
I think anything goes in fiction as long as it fits within the interior logic of the work itself and is presented in a disciplined manner.
Always, there are people asking him if he misses what it had never occurred to him to want, never occurred to him he might have:
Those of us lucky enough to fall in love with Asia know that it's an affair that's as long as it is resonant.
pain that would extend down his spine into one leg or the other, like a wooden stake set aflame and thrust into him:
But once Rausch was definitively gone for the day, the office transformed itself as instantaneously as a pumpkin into a carriage. Music
Well, the hardest thing about being a parent is recalibration. The better you are at it, the better you will be." At
He has tasted anger, and he knows he has to control it. He can feel it, waiting to burst from his mouth in a swarm of stinging black flies.
What point?" Malcolm had asked. "That you can be as annoying to white people without talking to them as when you are talking to them?
If he sacrifices his legs, he will be admitting to Dr. Traylor that he has won; he will be surrendering to him, to that night in the field with the
I'd be far too self-conscious and insecure if I suspected my editor might be a better novelist than I.
If your body was well, you expected it to perform for you, excellently, consistently. If your body was not, your expectations were different.
Pg 623 When they were young, they had only their secrets to give one another:
Confessions were currency, and divulgences were a form of intimacy.
Confessions were currency, and divulgences were a form of intimacy.
It was impossible to explain to the healthy the logic of the sick, and he didn't have the energy to try.
At five thirty, the light was perfect: buttery and dense and fat somehow, swelling the room as it had the train into something expansive and hopeful.
Children are a kind of cartography, and all one has to do is obey the map they present to you on the day they are born.
You see a virus very differently when it's caught and suspended on a slab of glass than when you're observing how it's ravaged a fellow human being.
I didn't intend the book as anything therapeutic and I don't think that's a novel's goal or responsibility.
He had simply let his life be dictated to him by others, following one man after the next, the way he had been taught to do.
We tend to talk about death as if it is losing a battle, but that assumes living is winning and dying is not.
How many societies can say this, that they have recognized all they need and have made provisions for it all?
Harold sighs. "Jude," he says, "there's not an expiration date on needing help, or needing people. You don't get to a certain age and it stops.
But if you act like you don't belong, if you act like you're apologetic for your own self, then people will start to treat you that way, too.
The original Grand Tour would generally begin in Belgium or the Netherlands before moving through Paris, Geneva, Spain, Italy, and perhaps Greece.
Gentle in manners and voice, and yet in the courtroom that gentleness burned itself away and left behind something brutal and cold.
I think I passed up a lot of opportunities for love because I was too interested in identity politics.
None of them really wanted to listen to someone else's story anyway; they only wanted to tell their own.
Oh, he thinks, if I were a better person. If I were a more generous person. If I were a less self-involved person. If I were a braver person.
I think at first I didn't tell anyone I was writing something because I found so tedious the people who did.
It had always seemed to him a very plush kind of problem, a privilege, really, to consider whether life was meaningful or not.
He experienced the singular pleasure of watching people he loved fall in love with other people he loved.
But what was happiness but an extravagance, an impossible state to maintain, partly because it was so difficult to articulate?
Felt for a minute frightened by the jungle, its voracious appetite and ambition, its hunger to consume every surface it encountered.
Sometimes he found himself resenting the others' definition of him, the reductiveness and immovability of it:
So much of writing isn't the fun parts like we get to discuss. It is sitting there putting the words down.
The process of being a writer is much more interior than being a scientist, because science is so reactionary.
We are meant to break you down, Dennys, his professor said. Only the truly talented will be able to come back from it.
New York was populated by the ambitious. It was often the only thing that everyone here had in common. Ambition
The speed limit on most of Maui's highways is forty miles per hour, but my mother never went above thirty.