Part of the creative process for me is an invitation for readers to follow their imagination. — Alice Sebold Books Copy Share Image
“The living room seemed to be where no living ever actually occurred.” — Alice Sebold Life Copy Share Image
“Every time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain.” — Alice Sebold Pain Copy Share Image
Our only kiss was like an accident- a beautiful gasoline rainbow. — Alice Sebold Accident Copy Share Image
When the dead are done with the living, the living can go on to other things," Franny said. "What about the dead?"… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“You don't notice the dead leaving when they really hoose to leave you. You're not meant to. At most you feel them… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
To me, the idea of heaven would give you certain pleasures, certain joys - but it's very important to have an intellectual… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
At fourteen, my sister sailed away from me into a place I’d never been. In the walls of my sex there was… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
Between a man and a woman there was always one person who was stronger than the other one. That doesn’t mean the… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“About Grandma Lynn: She was waiting patiently. She no longer believed in talk. At seventy, she had come to believe in time… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“This little girl's grown up by now," she said. Almost. Not quite. I wish you all a long and happy life.” — Alice Sebold Beautiful Copy Share Image
“Horror on earth is real and it is everyday. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.” — Alice Sebold Death Copy Share Image
“I have never liked the phone. Ten years ago, during a misguided fit of self-improvement, I pasted smiley-faced stickers on the phone… — Alice Sebold Technology Copy Share Image
“There are secret rooms inside us,” I had said to my therapist. “A relatively benign construct,” he said, and so I did… — Alice Sebold Mother and father Copy Share Image
“He hadn't woken a day since my death when the day wasn’t something to get through. But the truth was, the memorial… — Alice Sebold Death Copy Share Image
Depending on where I am in the process, sometimes I have a page count and sometimes I don't. Sometimes I have an… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
Well, it's my voice, so it's more accessible that way, and there are also all sorts of things like plot and timelines… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“When you begin to go over the edge, life receding from you as a boat recedes inevitably from shore, you hold on… — Alice Sebold Death Copy Share Image
“One day, Buckley came home from the second grade with a story he’d written: “Once upon a time there was a kid… — Alice Sebold Story Copy Share Image
“Everything in her wanted to run -fly back to California, back to her quiet existence working among strangers. Hiding out in the… — Alice Sebold Anonymity Copy Share Image
“By December 1975, a year had passed since Mr. Harvey had packed his bags, but there was still no sign of him.… — Alice Sebold Driving fast Copy Share Image
“For Lorenz, virgins were not a part of his world. He was skeptical of many things I said. Later, when the serology… — Alice Sebold Telling the truth Copy Share Image
“It was late in Ruana and Ray's visit when Samuel started talking about the gothic revival house that Lindsey and he had… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
My father had not been outside the house except to drive back and forth to work or sit out in the backyard,… — Alice Sebold Accidents Copy Share Image
“I was not in the bathroom, in the tub, or in the spigot; I did not hold court in the mirror above… — Alice Sebold Together forever Copy Share Image
“Occasionally my mother called from California. My parents had hurried and difficult conversations. She asked after Buckley and Linsey and Holiday. She… — Alice Sebold Difficult conversations Copy Share Image
“I loved the way the burned-out flashcubes of the Kodak Instamatic marked a moment that had passed, one that would now be… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“By the time I was eighteen, she had sat me down and detailed her alcoholism, its onset and aftermath. She believed that… — Alice Sebold Alcoholism Copy Share Image
She didn't even have to smile, and she rarely did outside her house--it was the eyes, her dancer's carriage, the way she… — Alice Sebold Body Copy Share Image
Out loud I said I had two children. Silently I said three. I always felt like apologizing to her for that. — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“She had a stare that stretched to infinity. She was, in that moment, not my mother but something separate from me.” — Alice Sebold Mother Copy Share Image
“The fine wall of leaden crystal that had protected her heart - somehow numbed her into disbelief - shattered.” — Alice Sebold Heart Copy Share Image
“When they reached the lobby and the doors opened I knew they were meant to be there, the four of them, alone.” — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“They would go back to their homes and put me to rest, a letter from the past never reopened or reread.” — Alice Sebold Time Copy Share Image
Do you miss Susie?" Because it was dark, because Ruth was facing away from her,because Ruth was almost a stranger, Lindsey said… — Alice Sebold Dark Copy Share Image
It's very weird to succeed at thirty-nine years old and realize that in the midst of your failure, you were slowly building… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
