“You just stood up to your mother… I should think now you could take on the world.” — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
Without a doubt my mother was an inspiration for my writing. This is true in many ways, but mostly because she is… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“You've been through a great deal," his mother conceded. "But the back strengthens to the burdens it has to bear, and I'd… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“But Lucy loved them, she loved her mother, and her mother loved her! We’re all just a mess, Angelina, trying as hard… — 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… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“The night in the hospital when I felt I had been unkind to my mother by saying that I did not think… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“I loved her,”I said. I did not say I loved her because she was good to my cousin Abel, good to me,… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“My mother did not like Unitarians; she thought they were atheists who didn’t want to be left out of the fun of… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“Awful to think she was a disapproving mother. Awful to wonder-had she always frightened Amy? Is that why the girl had grown… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“But in glimpses of herself—shouting at Steve, at Zach—she recognized her own mother, and Susan’s face burned with shame. She had never… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image
“Annie, who up until this very day had always felt like a child--which is why she could not marry, she could not… — 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
