#yanagihara

Sakutarou Yanagihara

okay, so I am one of the stupid people who brought 'a little life' with them on their summer holiday, and I am beginning to realise the errors of my ways. I just finished chapter 1, and I have realised that this book will sting and leave me emotionally ruined. I will keep you updated.

It takes a special kind of cruelty to make a baby now, knowing that the world it’ll inhabit and inherit will be dirty and diseased and unjust and difficult.

Nathaniel had met Aubrey and Norris, and everything had started ending, so slowly that I at first couldn't tell it was even happening, and then so thoroughly that I couldn't have hoped to stop it.

One of the reasons I never became a clinician is because I was never convinced that life - its saving, its extension, its return - was definitively the best outcome. In order to be a good doctor, you have to think that, you have to fundamentally believe that living is superior to dying, you have to believe that the point of life is more life.

'Does this look like a dystopia to you?' The answer, implicit in the man's question, was that a dystopia doesn't look like anything; indeed, that it can look like anywhere else.

Era arrivato a capire che era proprio quando dovevi morire che la gente voleva tutto da te: volevano che ricordassi, volevano essere rassicurati, volevano il perdono. Volevano riconoscimento e redenzione; volevano che li facessi sentire meglio: rispetto al fatto che tu te ne andavi e loro restavano; e che ti odiavano perché li abbandonavi e avevano paura; e che la tua morte gli faceva pensare alla loro morte, anch’essa inevitabile; e che erano così a disagio che non sapevano cosa dire.