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
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 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
After telling the hard facts to anyone from lover to friend, I have changed in their eyes. Often it is awe or… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
He tunneled into stories where weak men changed into strong half-animals or used eye beams or magic hammers to power through steel… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
If I shut my eyes, I believed, I would disappear. To make it through, I had to be present the whole time. — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
I had always been in love with him. I counted the lashes of each closed eye. He had been my almost, my… — 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
