With so much sky and so much river, you couldn't help seeing the big picture. It was what you already knew, but crowding into the subway or rushing to a movie, you only saw it for a second, and close up. Now I took a good long look. I'd always heard you couldn't see stars in Manhattan because of all the lights. But here they all were. Here was my night in shining armor.

It's perfectly natural to doubt your judgment about doubting your judgment.

It scares me. But then I get this big feeling, simple but exalted: He's like me, just with different details.

Olive Kitteridge' is a masterpiece: The writing is so perfect you don't even notice it; the story is so vivid it's less like reading a story than experiencing it firsthand.

Sometimes you’re loved because of your weaknesses. What you can’t do is sometimes more compelling than what you can.

You sense that he's dangerous but don't now why - and wonder if it's because he makes you feel safer than you've ever felt.

You have to shrink yourself to fit into this little life with him.