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.

He tried to smile, but it was just a shape his mouth made.

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.

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.

I guess love is the real suspension of disbelief.

In the cab to the station, he told me that when he was growing up he'd see a look of pleasure cross his mother's face and ask what she was thinking: she'd say, I was just thinking of your father. "That's how I want us to be," Archie said. I smiled. "What?" I said, "I was just thinking of your father.

Everywhere you go, you see women more beautiful than yourself. You imagine him being attracted to them. You're drinking gasoline to stay warm.