A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara

pp. 141-142:

He felt in those minutes his body's treason, how sometimes the central, tedious struggle in his life was his unwillingness to accept that he would be betrayed by it again and again, that he could expect nothing from it and yet had to keep maintaining it. So much time, his and Andy's, was spent trying to repair something unfixable, something that should have wound up in charred bits on a slag heap years ago. And for what? His mind, he supposed. But there was - as Andy might have said - something incredibly arrogant about that, as if he was saving a jalopy because he had a sentimental attachment to its sound system.