My writing process is very organic. I start with an idea. I have the general story arc and the cast. But then… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
I think my characters are more wish fulfillments than they are mirrors. They see things I don't and live in a world… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
Magical realism is a blending of the unusual or supernatural into an otherwise ordinary setting. And, to me, this perfectly describes the… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“It feels like he's taken your heart, doesn't it?....Like he's reached in and pulled it out from you. And I bet he smiles like… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“Sitting at the old patio table she’d cleared of leaves, she smiled and leaned back. The stars looked twisted in the limbs of the… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
Nothing is really broke, so it's not like I can fix it. I just have to keep trying to find what I'm looking for. — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
Sometimes people who had been together for a long time got to imagining that things used to be better, even when they weren't. — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“There was such a feeling of peace around them, it was soft and pink and smelled of butter.” — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“The two giant oaks in the front yard looked like flustered ladies caught mid-curtsy, their starched green leaf-dresses swaying in the wind.” — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“After awhile, all the men wanted his opinion, and all the girls were in love with him. He made certain of it. Because he… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
People adapt. People change. You can grow where you're planted. — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“She wasn’t sure exactly when it happened when she had realized that she could only make one of them happy. She only knew that… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
I'll give you one day at a time, Claire. But remember, I'm thousands of days ahead already. — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“She opened her eyes slowly and saw that a pale lavender moth had come to a rest on the back of her hand. She… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
