Tell Me Everything

“No. That’s not evil, Larry. These are broken people. Big difference between being a broken person and being evil. In case you don’t know. And if you don’t think everyone is broken in some way, you’re wrong. I’m telling you this because you have been so fortunate in your life, you probably don’t even know such broken people exist.”

Love comes in so many different forms, but it is always love. If it is love, then it is love.”

“I’m so good at being lonely, though. I’m just so good at it.”

“So what is the point of this story? Pauline should have married the already married fisherman?” Olive laughed. She really laughed at that. “Lucy Barton, the stories you told me—as far as I could tell—had very little point to them. Okay, okay, maybe they had subtle points to them. I don’t know what the point is to this story!” “People,” Lucy said q

He often had waves of soft sadness move through him; he knew this about himself and accepted it.

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 and in terms meant to hide their private disappointments, and they talked about one another. Of course.

There is nothing sexier than talking.

They were at the parking lot now, and Bob turned to her. “Lucy—” And then he did not know what to say. “I hear what you’re saying,” she said, brushing back her hair from her face. “I didn’t say anything.” “I know. But I heard you,” Lucy said.

Anxiety swam through him.