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
I was the girl he had chosen to kiss. He wanted, somehow to set me free. He didn't want to burn my… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
I was in the air around him. I was in the cold mornings he had now. I was in the quiet time… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
You could not be filled with hate and be beautiful. Like any other girl, I wanted to be beautiful. But I was… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
And there she was, alone and walking out in the cornfield while everyone else I cared for sat together in one room.… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
No one on the street thought anything of the downtown girl dressed in black who had paused in the middle of midtown… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
And in a small house five miles away was a man who held my mud-encrusted charm bracelet out to his wife. Look… — 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
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
