Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
My grandmother stepped back into the kitchen to get their drinks. I had come to love her more after death than I… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
The earth has a mouth?” Buckley asked. A big round mouth but with no lips,” my father said. Jack,” my mother said,… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
Sometimes Holly seemed like she wasn't paying attention, and other times she was gone when I went looking for her. That was… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
If I had but an hour of love,if that be all that is given me,an hour of love upon this earth,I would… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
Each time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain. It was that day that I knew… — Alice Sebold 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 Copy Share Image
She was unaware that she was somewhat of a celebrity up in heaven. I had told people about her, what she did,… — 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
