The nature of anguish is translated into different forms.

If you're a painter, you're not alone. There's no way to be alone.

The final test of a painting, theirs, mine, any other, is: does the painter's emotions come across?

She looked like, if you bit her, milk and honey would flow from her.

It is only because of their stupidity that they are able to be so sure of themselves.

So is it just human nature to believe that things happen for a reason — to find some shred of meaning even in the worst experiences?" Molly asks when Vivian reads some of these stories aloud.
"It certainly helps," Vivian says.