Elizabeth Strout

All these lives.

She didn’t like to be alone. Even more, she didn’t like being with people.


It’s just that I’m the kind of person – Rebecca continued -that thinks if you took a map of the whole world and put a pin in it for every person, there wouldn’t be a pin for me.


Sometimes, like now, Olive had a sense of just how desperately hard every person in the world was working to get what they needed. For most, it was a sense of safety, in the sea of terror that life increasingly became.


All these lives,” she said. “All the stories we never know.


-Oh, gosh, Olive. I’m so embarrassed.

-No need to be- Olive tells her. “We all want to kill someone at some point.”

Olive Kitteridge – Elizabeth Strout


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