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
“He sat down among the evidence at a barren communal desk in the basement of the station. He looked through the stack… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
Murderers are not monsters, they're men. And that's the most frightening thing about them. — 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
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
“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
“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
“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
“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
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
Ruth hadn't talked to my sister since before my death, and then it was only to excuse herself in the hallway at school. But… — Alice Sebold Copy Share
Since then I've always thought that under rape in the dictionary it should tell the truth. It is not just forcible intercourse; rape means… — Alice Sebold Copy Share
I live in a world where two truths coexist: where both hell and hope lie in the palm of my hand — Alice Sebold Copy Share
