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
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
As she stood in the darkened room and watched my sister and father, I knew one of things that heaven meant. I… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
There was our father, the heart we knew held all of us. Held us heavily and desperately, the doors of his heart… — Alice Sebold 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 Copy Share Image
It was Buckley, as my father and sister joined the group and listened to Grandma Lynn’s countless toasts, who saw me. He… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“On my way home from the junior high, I would sometimes stop at the edge of our property and watch 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
My father had not been outside the house except to drive back and forth to work or sit out in the backyard,… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“My father worked behind closed doors inside the house, had a huge ancient Latin dictionary on a wrought-iron stand, spoke Spanish on… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“I watched him as he lined up the ships in bottles on his deck, bringing them over from the shelves where they… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
A father's suspicion...' she began. Is as powerful as a mother's intuition.' ~pg 87, Ruana Singh and Jack Salmon — 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 Copy Share Image
I tried to take solace in Holiday, our dog. I missed him in a way I hadn't yet let myself miss my… — Alice Sebold 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
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
