“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
I would like to tell you that I am, and you will one day be, forever safe. — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections-sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent-that… — 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
I don't do much public speaking. I did a lot of stuff for Bones, and then ended up having said yes to… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
What did dead mean, Ray wondered. It meant lost, it meant frozen, it meant gone. — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
At the tips of the feathers there is air and at their base: blood. I hold up bones; I wish like broken… — 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 Copy Share Image
Now I am in the place I call this wide wide Heaven because it includes all my simplest desires but also the most humble… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
These things, she felt, were not to be passed around like disingenuous party favors. She kept an honor code with her journals and her… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
I don't think ignorance is a way that you gain distance on something. — Alice Sebold 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 not bother… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“And a soul would run by a living being, touch them softly on the shoulder or cheek, and continue on its way to heaven.… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“My little brother's greatest fear was that the one person who meant so much to him would go away. He loved Lindsey and Grandma… — Alice Sebold 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 was most… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
The relationship with the words someone uses is more intimate and integrated than just a quick read and a blurb can ever be. This… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
