“The rosy gleam of his lip, the fevered gleam of his eyes. There was not a line anywhere on his face, nothing creased or graying; all crisp. He was spring, golden and bright. Envious death would drink his blood, and grow young again.”
“How come she gets . . .” The answer that always worked was, “Worry about yourself.” As adults, we sometimes call this the Compare and Despair trap, where you look at someone else’s life and become envious or feel inadequate. We can’t know what other people have gone through or what’s really behind that Instagram post.”
“Mark was sure he’d never know such warm companionship with his father. Jamie had got it all. He wondered what would have happened if Jamie had asked for Ben.”
“that’s not it! Better... imagine—yes, it’is certainly better—imagine that I am vain, envious, malicious, base, vindictive and... well, perhaps with a tendency to insanity.