“She used the bathroom, running the tap noisily and disturbing the towels. She knew immediately that her mother had bought these towels… — 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
“My father was too distracted to see anything in this. Mimicking my mother, he taped it to the fridge in the same… — 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
“By December 1975, a year had passed since Mr. Harvey had packed his bags, but there was still no sign of him.… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
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
“On the flight to Phillidelphia, she sat alone in the middle of a row of three seats. She could not help but… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“I had wondered if all mothers shared a fear of how vibrant and alive their children were.” — 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
“Occasionally my mother called from California. My parents had hurried and difficult conversations. She asked after Buckley and Linsey and Holiday. She… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“Those clothes are Susie's,' my father said calmly when he reached him. Buckley looked down at my blackwatch dress that he held… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“...between a man and a woman there was always one person who was stronger than the other one. "That doesn't mean the… — 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
“I knew my mother's limitations because they formed the marrow of my bones.” — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“Lindsey took my father's hand and watched his face for movement. My sister was growing up before my eyes. I listened as… — 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
“That night my mother had what she considered a wonderful dream. She dreamed of the country of India, where she had never… — 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
“If I walked too far and wondered loud enough the fields would change. I could look down and see horse corn and… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“We stood-- the dead child and the living --on either side of my father, both wanting the same thing. To have him… — 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
