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My Name Is Lucy Barton, Elizabeth Strout
Elizabeth Strout

My Name Is Lucy Barton

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  • Дарья Расковаhas quoted6 years ago
    You will have only one story,” she had said. “You’ll write your one story many ways. Don’t ever worry about story. You have only one.”
  • Дарья Расковаhas quoted6 years ago
    I have said before: It interests me how we find ways to feel superior to another person, another group of people. It happens everywhere, and all the time. Whatever we call it, I think it’s the lowest part of who we are, this need to find someone else to put down.
  • Дарья Расковаhas quoted6 years ago
    thought, Pity us. We don’t mean to be so small. Pity us — it goes through my head a lot — Pity us all.
  • Дарья Расковаhas quoted6 years ago
    In this city of New York, I see children crying from tiredness, which is real, and sometimes from just crabbiness, which is real. But once in a while I see a child crying with the deepest of desperation, and I think it is one of the truest sounds a child can make. I feel almost, then, that I can hear within me the sound of my own heart breaking, the way you could hear outside in the open air — when the conditions were exactly right — the corn growing in the fields of my youth. I have met many people, even from the Midwest, who tell me that you cannot hear the corn growing, and they are wrong. You cannot hear my heart breaking, and I know that part is true, but to me, they are inseparable, the sound of growing corn and the sound of my heart breaking. I have left the subway car I was riding in so I did not have to hear a child crying that way
  • Дарья Расковаhas quoted6 years ago
    Lonely was the first flavor I had tasted in my life, and it was always there, hidden inside the crevices of my mouth, reminding me. He saw this that day, I think. And
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