“This was the skin that protected you from the world—this loving of another person you shared your life with.” — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“Only the young, he thought, could withstand the rigors of love.” — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
He put the blinker on, pulled out onto the avenue. "Well, that was nice," she said, sitting back. They had fun together… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
I would hope that my readers feel a sense of awe at the quality of human endurance, at the endurance of love… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
I suspect the most we can hope for, and it's no small hope, is that we never give up, that we never… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
I love the comfort of daily life's routines: things like being able to read a paper on the subway. It's no accident… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
I love arranging the words and having them fall on the ear the right way, and you know you're not quite there,… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“Angelina said, "Mom. I don't want you to die. That's the whole thing. You took from me the ability to care for… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
I'm so deeply interested in what it feels like to be other people that I get to operate under the illusion when… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“what young people did not know. They did not know that lumpy, aged, and wrinkled bodies were as needy as their own… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“What young people didn't know, she thought, lying down beside this man, his hand on her shoulder, her arm; oh, what young… — 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
“No one, to my knowledge, has figured out the secret to love. We love imperfectly, Tyler. We all do. Even Jesus wrestled… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“What young people didn’t know, she thought, lying down beside this man, his hand on her shoulder, her arm; oh, what young… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“He looked at the books, and she wanted to say, 'Stop that,' as though he were reading her diary.” — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
