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
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
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
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
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
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
I loved the way the burned-out flashcubes of the Kodak Instamatic marked a moment that had passed, one that would now be… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
A lot of people ask questions that they don't want to answer themselves, and if we're honest about the intimacy that we… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
I had rescued the moment by using my camera and in that way had found how to stop time and hold it.… — 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
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
