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“Gifts are fragile. You must never entrust yours to people who might break it.”
Once she tells Barbara that she is only allowed to admire what she writes a single time: during the act of composition. “After that, Barbara, you must be ruthless.”
The only person unhappier than a writer whose expectations aren’t fulfilled is one whose dreams come true.”
There are no last words. Olivia looks at Marie. She looks at Barbara. She smiles. She dies. A world of words dies with her.
Just when you think you’ve seen the worst human beings have to offer, you find out you’re wrong. There’s no end to evil.
