Character: Olivia Kitteridge

- I don't want to die alone, - he said.
Damn. But we're always alone. Alone born. Alone die. What's the difference?

Do not be afraid of your thirst. If you're scared your thirst, you will be the same dupes as everyone else.

- You're starving.
The girl did not move, only said:
- Yeah.
- I'm also starving, ' said Olivia. The girl stared at her silently. - Yes, starving, ' said Olivia. Otherwise why do you think I eat every doughnut that catches my eye?!
- You are not starving, in disgust said Nina.
- Of course, starving. We are all starving.

"And don't you cry at weddings?" - "I see no reason to cry".

- Lord, - said quietly to Kevin. - Are all always do?
Oh, of course, comforted her. - What else could anyone do?

Sad is a look, where is our society.
Always sad to look at where is our society. And we always - dawn of a new era.

People are never as helpless as they seem.

We all have there are times when we want to kill someone.

She knows that loneliness can kill people - in different ways to really bring the person to death. Olivia secretly believes that life actually depends on what she mentally called "great bursts" and "small bursts". Large bursts are events like marriage or the birth of children, personal relationships that keep you afloat, but these big bursts lie dangerous, unseen currents. Therefore, a person needs small bursts of say, a friendly salesclerk Bradley or waitress in a donut shop "Dunkin-donuts", which remembers how you like your coffee. Tricky case in actual fact.

Molly just turned to cast a glance towards the store and with a deep sigh says: "Such a sweet woman. It's not fair". Olivia gets out of the bag of dark glasses, put them on and angrily narrowed eyes, looking at Molly Collins, because that seems to her to be told awful nonsense. Because it's stupid to assume, believe almost everything that a person takes must be fair.

What I do not know young, thought Olivia, laying down next to him, feeling his hand on my shoulder, on the arm at the elbow, Ah, what I do not know young. They don't know that have lost their elasticity, wrinkled, old body experience the same cravings as their young and elastic; that love cannot be lightly thrown away like a puff of dishes, where are the other cakes, and this dish will be offered to you again. No, if you were offered love, you choose it or not choose. And if her platter had been full of kindness and generosity of Henry, which she thought was burdensome and she was gradually throw right all at the crumb, it did so only because they did not understand what I had to understand that she unconsciously and recklessly squander day-by-day.