Navya

“You have to tell someone,” Ana used to say, and as he had grown older, he had decided to interpret this sentence literally: Some One. Someday, he thought, somehow, he would find a way to tell some one, one person. And then he had, someone he had trusted, and that person had died, and he didn’t have the fortitude to tell his story ever again.

But then, didn’t everyone only tell their
lives—truly tell their lives—to one person?

How often could he really be expected to repeat himself, when with each telling he was stripping the clothes from his skin and the flesh from his bones, until he was as vulnerable as a small
pink mouse?”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“The point of child is not what you hope he will accomplish in your name but the pleasure he will bring you, whatever form it comes in, even if it a form that is barely recognizable as preasure at all -- and more important, the pleasure you will be privileged to bring him.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“Friendship was witnessing another's slow drip of miseries, and long bouts of boredom, and occational triumphs.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life