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

“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

“As I watched the video of Abi and Rachel—and, yes, me—laughing, I came to an important realization: it was so easy to live life on autopilot and not see the people who truly loved you and supported you.”
― Sally Kilpatrick, Nobody's Perfect

“There was a sense of darkness in the home, even though all the lights were on. —”
― Elizabeth Strout, Tell Me Everything