He took the hat from my mouth. ''Tell me you love me'', he said. Gently I did. The end came anyway — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
I'm gradually working through my obsessions, and maybe, when they're all free and clear, I'll write a comedy. But I'm not there… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
I watched my brother and my father. The truth was very different from what we learned in school. The truth was the… — Alice Sebold Brother Copy Share Image
As she stood in the darkened room and watched my sister and father, I knew one of things that heaven meant. I… — Alice Sebold Choices Copy Share Image
How to Commit the Perfect Murder" was an old game in heaven. I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away. — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
The alcohol had the effect of making the black cloth blacker. This amused her; she had noted in her journal: "booze affects… — Alice Sebold Alcohol Copy Share Image
Learn a language of another country and then you can go to that country: a place where the problems of your family… — Alice Sebold Country Copy Share Image
To transform experience and thought into language and narrative - that is beautiful even if that beauty is in brokenness. — Alice Sebold Beautiful Copy Share Image
“She listened for the pain in my words, not to the narrative itself. She was intuiting what it meant to me, what… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“After a few days in heaven, I realized that the javelin-throwers and the shot-putters and the boys who played basketball on the… — Alice Sebold Heaven Copy Share Image
So there are cakes and pillows and colors galore, but underneath this more obvious patchwork quilt are places like a quiet room… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“We lay there with our bodies touching, and as I shook, a powerful knowledge took hold. He had done this thing to… — Alice Sebold Assault Copy Share Image
Books and novels in particular that grapple with quite a few things are difficult to explain, so I think that first line… — Alice Sebold Book Copy Share Image
Hold still," my father would say, while I held the ship in the bottle and he burned away the strings he'd raised… — Alice Sebold Blue Copy Share Image
Last night it had been my father who had finally said it: "She’s never coming home." A clear and easy piece of… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
Stones and bones; snow and frost; seeds and beans and polliwogs. Paths and twigs, assorted kisses, We all know who Daddy misses!… — Alice Sebold Assorted Copy Share Image
“She told her journal about me passing by her in the parking lot, about how on that night I had touched her-literally,… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
His love for my mother wasn't about looking back and loving something that would never change. It was about loving my mother… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
Inside the snow globe on my father's desk, there was a penguin wearing a red-and-white-striped scarf. When I was little my father… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“At Evensong one night, while Holly played at sax and Mrs. Bethel Utemeyer joined in, I saw him: Holiday, racing past a… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
And in a small house five miles away was a man who held my mud-encrusted charm bracelet out to his wife. Look… — Alice Sebold Ballet Copy Share Image
“She used the bathroom, running the tap noisily and disturbing the towels. She knew immediately that her mother had bought these towels… — Alice Sebold Mother Copy Share Image
Almost everyone in heaven has someone on Earth they watch, a loved one, a friend or even a stranger who was once… — Alice Sebold Bright smiles Copy Share Image
“I had been kissed once by someone I liked. His name was Ray and he was Indian. He had an accent and… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
Tess was my first experience of a woman who had inhabited her weirdness, moved into the areas of herself that made her… — Alice Sebold Conformity Copy Share Image
I wake up very early in the morning. I like to start in the dark, and I never work at night, because… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“She wasn't actually speaking to me, she was singing a kind of lullaby of talk. But, eventually, the music stopped. ” — Alice Sebold Lullaby Copy Share Image
You look invincible,' my mother said one night. I loved these times, when we seemed to feel the same thing. I turned… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
I'm fine with whatever comes my way, and whatever doesn't come my way I'm fine with too. I have a very laissez-faire… — Alice Sebold Attitude Copy Share Image
He had a moment of clarity about how life should be lived: not as a child or as a woman. They were… — Alice Sebold Children Copy Share Image
The sun came through the branches of the tree above her, and Ruth looked up past them. "I think she listens," she… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“Exactly,' she said, and made her point as simply as that. There wasn't a lot of bullshit in my heaven. ~pg 8” — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“I never let myself yearn for Buckley, afraid he might see my image in a mirror or a bottle cap. Like everyone… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
I have always felt extremely weird. But I am very happy with my weirdnesses, and I want other people to be very… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“We stood-- the dead child and the living --on either side of my father, both wanting the same thing. To have him… — Alice Sebold Children Copy Share Image
I wanted to be the moron of the family, because morons seemed to have more fun, more freedom and more personality. — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
Those who say they would rather fight to the death than be raped are fools. I would rather be raped a thousand… — Alice Sebold Death Copy Share Image
“Stones and bones; snow and frost; seeds and beans and polliwogs. Paths and twigs, assorted kisses, We all know who Susie misses...” — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“If I was aware I would have to tie laces I would not have been able to put my feet into socks.” — Alice Sebold Fashion Copy Share Image
I was trying to prove to them and to myself that I was still who I had always been. I was beautiful,… — Alice Sebold Beautiful Copy Share Image
