“He always had the impression, when waving goodbye to Felix at the end of the afternoon – Felix listlessly raising his own hand before slouching back into the recesses of the entryway – that he never left the house, never went out, never had friends over. Poor Felix: his very name was a taunt.”

“He always had the impression, when waving goodbye to Felix at the end of the afternoon – Felix listlessly raising his own hand before slouching back into the recesses of the entryway – that he never left the house, never went out, never had friends over. Poor Felix: his very name was a taunt.”

— Hanya Yanagihara