Debjyoti Samanta

“I shared an oh-boy-more-therapist-speak look. Rachel had been going to therapy where, among other things, she’d learned to reframe apologies into statements of gratitude.”
― Sally Kilpatrick, Nobody's Perfect

“I think one of the benefits of growing up with a sibling is having a witness. It’s nice to have someone to cross-reference your childhood with.”
― Emily R. Austin, We Could Be Rats

“I felt toward him the softness you feel toward the one room in which you are allowed to be alone”
― Lillian Fishman, Acts of Service

“Pam was sixty-four years old by then and was not yet a grandmother, which worried her, and her two sons were no longer living in New York, which made her sad. And also her favorite son, the younger one, who lived in San Francisco, was causing her distress of a different kind. Her husband, Ted, had been (honestly) tiresome to her for many years. She still thought of herself as young but understood that she was not. She had a number of friends, many in East Hampton as well, and yet—this had felt rather sudden to her—she could barely stand them. They had become unbelievably insipid. Lydia Robbins was the one Pam considered to be her best friend. Lydia was ten years younger than Pam and had an energy that Pam enjoyed. As they took their walks, Lydia’s full glossy dark hair would fall across her face frequently as she turned to look at Pam, nodding at something Pam had said. But after they shared their confidences, Pam felt she couldn’t bear Lydia. Didn’t anyone ever have anything interesting to say? They talked of movies they were all watching, of series on Netflix, they spoke about their children, but always carefully”
― Elizabeth Strout, Tell Me Everything