Sarah

“Besides, he didn’t want to relive those years. He wanted to forget them, to pretend they belonged to someone else”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“He wasn’t close yet, but he was closer than he’d been: close enough to see that inside, there was a bed where he could rest, where he could lie down and sleep after his long run, where he would, for the first time in his life, be safe.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“which is what he began to crave: that blackness, where time passed and he wasn’t in it, where things were done to him but he didn’t know it.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“But what is he willing to do to feel less alone? Could he destroy everything he's built and protected so diligently for intimacy? How much humiliation is he ready to endure? He doesn't know; he is afraid of discovering the answer. But increasingly, he is even more afraid that he will never have the chance to discover it at all. What does it mean to be a human if he can never have this? And yet, he reminds himself, loneliness is not hunger, or deprivation, or illness: it is not fatal. It's eradication is not owed him. He has a better life than so many people, a better life than he had ever thought he would have. To wish for companionship along with everything else he has seems a kind of greed, a gross entitlement.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life