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
I knew something as I watched: almost everyone was saying goodbye to me. I was becoming one of the many little-girl-losts. They… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
What I think was hardest for me to realize was that he had tried each time to stop himself. He had killed… — Alice Sebold 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 Copy Share Image
There was one thing my murderer didn't understand; he didn't understand how much a father could love his child. — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“I had wondered if all mothers shared a fear of how vibrant and alive their children were.” — 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 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
