{"quotes":[{"text":"He joined Jude in the kitchen and began making a salad, and JB slumped to the dining-room table and started flipping through a novel Jude had left there. 'I read this,' he called over to him. 'Do you want to know what happens in the end?' 'No, JB,' said Jude. 'I'm only halfway through.'The minister character dies after all.'JB!'After that, JB's mood seemed to improve.","author":"Hanya Yanagihara","tags":["a-little-life","book-spoilers","books","hanya-yanagihara","humor","novels","reader-problems","spoilers","we-all-know-this-person"],"id":22812,"author_id":"Hanya+Yanagihara"},{"text":". . . Breathing slowly and rubbing his palm against his chest as if to soothe his heart.","author":"Hanya Yanagihara","tags":["a-little-life","hanya-yanagihara","heart","soothe"],"id":26693,"author_id":"Hanya+Yanagihara"},{"text":"That morning he feels fresh-scrubbed and cleansed, as if he is being given yet another opportunity to live his life correctly.","author":"Hanya Yanagihara","tags":["a-little-life","fresh-start","hanya-yanagihara","opportunity"],"id":53570,"author_id":"Hanya+Yanagihara"},{"text":"He has a vision of his life as a sliver of soap, worn and used and smoothed into a slender, blunt-edged arrow-head, a little more of it disintegrating with every day.","author":"Hanya Yanagihara","tags":["a-little-life","hanya-yanagihara","life","metaphor","worn-down"],"id":72746,"author_id":"Hanya+Yanagihara"},{"text":"These galleries are hung, mostly, with images from 'Frog and Toad,' and he moves from each to each, not really seeing them but rather remembering the experience of viewing them for the first time, in JB's studio, when he and Willem were new to each other, when he felt as if he was growing new body parts—a second heart, a second brain—to accommodate this excess of feeling, the wonder of his life.","author":"Hanya Yanagihara","tags":["a-little-life","brain","descriptive","feeling","feelings","frog-and-toad","hanya-yanagihara","heart"],"id":80274,"author_id":"Hanya+Yanagihara"},{"text":"...He lacked the sort of ambition that JB and Jude had, that grim, trudging determination that kept them at the studio or office longer than anyone else, that gave them that slightly faraway look in their eyes that always made him think a fraction of them was already living in some imagined future, the contours of which were crystallized only to them.","author":"Hanya Yanagihara","tags":["a-little-life","ambition","determination","faraway","future","hanya-yanagihara"],"id":92563,"author_id":"Hanya+Yanagihara"},{"text":"That night, before bed, he goes first to Willem's side of the closet, which he has still not emptied. Here are Willem's shirts on their hangers, and his sweaters on their shelves, and his shoes lined up beneath. He takes down the shirt he needs, a burgundy plaid woven through with threads of yellow, which Willem used to wear around the house in the springtime, and shrugs it on over his head. But instead of putting his arms through its sleeves, he ties the sleeves in front of him, which makes the shirt look like a straitjacket, but which he can pretend—if he concentrates—are Willem's arms in an embrace around him. He climbs into bed. This ritual embarrasses and shames him, but he only does it when he really needs it, and tonight he really needs it.","author":"Hanya Yanagihara","tags":["a-little-life","brokeback-mountain","coping-mechanism","grief","hanya-yanagihara","loss","otp","willem-and-jude"],"id":103394,"author_id":"Hanya+Yanagihara"},{"text":"He will be someone who is defined, first and always, by what he is missing.","author":"Hanya Yanagihara","tags":["a-little-life","hanya-yanagihara","missing","sad"],"id":104094,"author_id":"Hanya+Yanagihara"},{"text":"He holds Willem so close that he can feel muscles from his back to his fingertips come alive, so close that he can feel Willem's heart beating against his, can feel his rib cage against his, and his stomach deflating and inflating with air. 'Harder,' Willem tells him, and he does until his arms grow first fatigued and then numb, until his body is sagging with tiredness, until he feels that he really is falling: first through the mattress, and then the bed frame, and then the floor itself, until he is sinking in slow motion through all the floors of the building, which yield and swallow him like jelly. Down he goes through the fifth floor, where Richard's family is now storing stacks of Moroccan tiles, down through the fourth floor, which is empty, down through Richard and India's apartment, and Richard's studio, and then to the ground floor, and into the pool, and then down and down, farther and farther, past the subway tunnels, past bedrock and silt, through underground lakes and oceans of oil, through layers of fossil and shale, until he is drifting into the fire at the earth's core. And the entire time, Willem is wrapped around him, and as they enter the fire, they aren't burned but melted into one being, their legs and chests and arms and heads fusing into one.","author":"Hanya Yanagihara","tags":["a-little-life","beautiful","center-of-the-earth","earth-s-core","extended-metaphor","hanya-yanagihara","imagery","lovers","metaphor","partners","soul-mates"],"id":106281,"author_id":"Hanya+Yanagihara"},{"text":"He placed his hand on Willem's arm. 'Willem, don't cry.''I'm not going to,' he said. 'I can do other things in life besides cry, you know,' although he was no longer sure that was even true.","author":"Hanya Yanagihara","tags":["a-little-life","cry","crying","dialogue","emotional","hanya-yanagihara","humor"],"id":110703,"author_id":"Hanya+Yanagihara"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":22,"pages":3,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}