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Every so often, life offers you a reset button. When it does, you need to press it as hard as you can.
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Welcome to the Bartholomew. I think you’re going to love it here.”
Because here’s the thing about being poor—most people don’t understand it unless they’ve been there themselves. They don’t know what a fragile balancing act it is to stay afloat and that if, God forbid, you momentarily slip underwater, how hard it is to resurface.
That’s another thing most people don’t understand—how quick others are to judge. And make assumptions. And presume your financial predicament is the result of stupidity, laziness, years of bad choices.
“Sometimes good things happen to good people, right when they need it the most.”
Never take anything you haven’t earned, my father used to say. You always end up paying for it one way or another.
“Do you think it’s possible for a place to be haunted, even if there aren’t any ghosts there?”
“Because that’s what it feels like to me. Like the Bartholomew is haunted by its history. Like all the bad stuff that’s ever happened there has accumulated like dust and now floats in the air. And we’re breathing it in, Jules.”
Kill time before it kills you.
Why wasn’t I enough for him? Why wasn’t I enough for anyone? Why do all the people I love keep leaving me?
“You’re forgetting that readers need fantasy, too,”
“You strike me as a gentle soul,” she says. I’ve never thought of myself as gentle. Fragile is more like it. Prone to bruising. “I don’t know. I guess I am.” “Then you need to be careful,” she says. “This place isn’t kind to gentle souls. It chews them up and spits them out.” “Do you mean New York or the Bartholomew?” Greta keeps staring. “Both,” she says.
Because departing without warning in the middle of the night isn’t how people leave a place when they don’t think they’re in danger. It’s how they leave when they’re terrified.
Doing good deeds—makes this rotten world just a little bit better.”
One time is an anomaly. Two times is a coincidence. Three times is proof.
