Katie

“she thinks about Fish telling her what evil among men is like: It’s like water being heated up a little at a time. It gets worse and worse, but so slowly it’s hardly noticeable, so everyone can convince themselves that it’s probably normal, until we’re all boiling.”
― Fredrik Backman, My Friends

“A person needs to keep something alive, you understand? Otherwise: we are not people.”
― Fredrik Backman, My Friends

“And he cries and cries”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“How can there be enough room inside a person for something this beautiful?” the artist had whispered once when they were listening to Maria Callas. Then Ted had thought about the myth of Zeuxis and Parrhasius, and the curtain that wasn’t a curtain, and he thought that Maria Callas’s voice sounded like the artist’s paintings felt. As if they were more real than reality. “But there isn’t enough room. Art is what can’t fit inside a person. The things that bubble over,” Ted had said.”
― Fredrik Backman, My Friends