“She didn't like to be alone. Even more, she didn't like being with people.” — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
She didn't like to be alone. Even more, she didn't like being with people. (148) — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“She had spells of manic loquaciousness, followed by days of silence.” — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“A yearning stirred in him that was not sexual but a kind of reaching toward her simplicity of form. He” — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“she had not known what one should know: that day after day was unconsciously squandered.” — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“She pictured a dandelion gone by, the white, almost airless pieces of her family scattered so far.” — Elizabeth strout Copy Share Image
“She pictured a dandelion gone by, the white, almost airless pieces of her family scattered so far. The key to contentment was… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“She actually moved her neck back and forth as though to shake off the cumbersome weight of the sound, and realized that… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
He wanted to put his arms around her, but she had a darkness that seemed to stand beside her like an acquaintance… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“What frightened her the most was the moment of those first notes, because that was when people really listened: She was changing… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
I think, really, that the only way a person can open their heart to someone who is so much another is really… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“And she learned - freshly, scorchingly - of the privacy of sorrow. It was as though she had been escorted through a… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
And yet, standing behind her son, waiting for the traffic light change, she remembered how in the midst of it all there… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“Silly little plastic belt, made for a skinny pinny; it could barely tie around her. She managed, though - a tiny white… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
By the time they were pulling into the parking lot of the A&P, the mood was fading, the moment gone. Amy could feel it… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share
“what young people did not know. They did not know that lumpy, aged, and wrinkled bodies were as needy as their own young, firm… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share
“I said on the phone to my mother, “I think I’m going to write the story of the Burgess kids.” “It’s a good one,”… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share
“And she learned - freshly, scorchingly - of the privacy of sorrow. It was as though she had been escorted through a door into… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share
“He looked at the books, and she wanted to say, 'Stop that,' as though he were reading her diary.” — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share
“The year that followed - was it the happiest year of his own life? He often thought so, even knowing that such a thing… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share
I have to pay attention to what I have felt and observed, then push these responses to an extreme while keeping the story within… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share
“She could hear in the darkness of her car how his breathing was quicker now; and her own was, too. She wanted to say… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share
“Abdikarim shook his head in his darkened room, sweat coming from his face down onto his neck. “No, he cuts my heart. You didn’t… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share
I like people a lot, but I am not comfortable in literary New York situations. There is deep anxiety and tension around success here.… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share
The fact of the matter is I always have a really high sense of responsibility to the reader, whether it's a few readers that… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share
“Why do you need everyone married?" Christopher has said to him angrily, when Henry has asked about his son's life. "Why can't you just… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share
“one of those things about getting older was knowing that so many moments weren’t just moments, they were gifts.” — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share
I don't think of myself as a fast reader. I just read a lot. When someone else might think, 'I might do the dishes,'… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share
