Quote by Elizabeth Strout Download Open image ““...she feels her stomach turn choppy, whitecaps in her stomach.”” — Elizabeth Strout ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.3 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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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
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“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
