He Tried To Smile, But It Was

You Don't Need A Reason To Forgive... If You Want To Go On With Someone, That Is What You Do.

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.

He Gives Me A Kiss That Barely Touches My Lips – It Means Nothing Or Everything. After He’s Gone, I Think, Happy Birthday To Me. Jack Says, ‘that Was The Guy?’ ‘that Was Him.’ Jake Shakes His Head. ‘what?’ ‘he’s Not For You,’ He Says. I Say, ‘how Do You Know?’ But What I Mean Is, How Do You Know? ‘he’s Like Ashley Wilkes,’ He Says. ‘any One Of These Guys Is Rhett-ier Than He Is.’ Again, I Ask My Benignly Inflected, ‘how Do You Know?’ ‘how Do I Know?’ He Says, Tackling Me Into A Bear Hug. ‘how Do I Know? I Know, That’s How I Know.

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.

She Seems Sort Of Lost.' I Thought, Lost How? How Am I Lost? Suddenly I Felt Lost.