The Painting Was Better

“He gives me a wry smile. “And sometimes the world is so terrible, and love stories… they make it feel less heavy.”

I think about the times anxiety has felt like the tightest of blankets around me, one I can never fully cast off. “I guess I can’t argue with that.” I say as we head outside, Seattle flirting with dusk. “About wanting something to make the world feel less heavy.”” (p. 192)

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“”We’re all hurting, Quinn. In different ways, some that we can treat with medication and therapy and some only with time. And in some ways that might never heal. Sometimes the good outweighs the bad. Sometimes those great times are so fucking great that they make the bad times a little easier to handle.”” (p. 274)