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“I always nodded yes. Okay. Listening. Stopping. But I wasn't listening, I wasn't stopping. Because we were already running away again, me and my imagination. We were holding hands on the edge of the cliff by the North Sea, we were high, high up in a redwood tree, we were on a train to Paris, we were blue-lipped in the river trying to swim to India.”

“The truth is I feel nothing. It's like I'm looking at her from the opposite end of a very long tunnel, from the very bottom of a deep, dark well. She's peering down at me from way up high and shaking and shaking her head : What the hell? Why? Why did you fall into there, Samantha? What's wrong with you?”

pretty sure ava is made up by sam’s imagination and loneliness
also this book really is an experience

“Bunny, it's so great you were a failed actress once and that you still want everything to be a scene that is just so. Probably you were so amazing even though they said you weren't pretty or thin enough no matter how much you threw up, but Bunny, what did they know, we think you are so, so beautiful. Still you're not on the stage anymore, Bunny.”

“Do you know I almost died? In fact," she turns to look at me, "I am dead."
"Don't."
"Oh yes. I'm a ghost now, Samantha. I died of a broken heart. I died of grief. It's in the autopsy. And it's all your fault. My tombstone reads, Friend Deserted for Evening. I didn't invite you to the funeral because I figured you wouldn't care."

“Spring breaks and summers spent in centrally located hotels that were once castles. Spa treatments that involved sea kelp. Sinks deep as oceans. Mattresses like dreams. Tall windows that looked onto manicured parks, rolling hills, crashing waves. (…) Each room had a temperature I could control with the turn of a little dial. I should have felt like God. Instead I forgot that I had ever been poor.”

“At that point, our friendship had already fallen away. We were still meeting, but only every couple of weeks or so now, and only in his office and only with the door open. I never asked why he no longer emailed me playlists in the middle of the night or asked me to drink Scotch with him in the middle of the day, and he never explained.”