“I had wondered if all mothers shared a fear of how vibrant and alive their children were.” — Alice Sebold Children Copy Share Image
I thought if I was very quiet, I would hear you. If I was still enough, you might come back. — Alice Sebold Feeling lonely Copy Share Image
I stared at her black hair. It was shiny like the promises in magazines. — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
I forgive you," I said. I said what I had to. I would die by pieces to save myself from real death. — Alice Sebold Death Copy Share Image
Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot… — Alice Sebold Earth 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 Children Copy Share Image
“...memory could save, that it had power, that it was often the only recourse of the powerless, the oppressed, or the brutalized.” — Alice Sebold Memory Copy Share Image
“The helplessness of being alive, the dark bright pity of being human-- feeling as you went-- groping in corners and opening your… — Alice Sebold Helplessness Copy Share Image
All you have to do is desire it, and if you desire it enough and understand why -- really know -- it… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
I'm just a friendly bystander who they occasionally ask questions of. That's my level of involvement. — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
But she was waiting patiently. She no longer believed in talk. It never rescued anything. At seventy she had come to believe… — Alice Sebold Alone time Copy Share Image
“When she saw a strange man whom she didn't trust, she did an immediate breakdown in her mind. It was quicker -… — Alice Sebold Fear 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 Parenting Copy Share Image
Ruth hadn't talked to my sister since before my death, and then it was only to excuse herself in the hallway at… — Alice Sebold Being me 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… — Alice Sebold Author Copy Share Image
“If you stop asking why you were killed instead of someone else, stop investigating the vacuum left by your loss, stop wondering… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
Before, they had never found themselves broken together. Usually, it was one needing the other but not both needing each other, and… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
She liked to imagine that when she passed, the world looked after her, but she also knew how anonymous she was. Except… — Alice Sebold Anonymity Copy Share Image
I always had that sense of being censored for the things that I thought. Why is it wrong to embroider your pants,… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
“I now think that was distanced me from Tricia and from the Rape Crisis Center was their use of generalities. I did… — Alice Sebold Advocacy Copy Share Image
“On my way home from the junior high, I would sometimes stop at the edge of our property and watch my mother… — Alice Sebold Father Copy Share Image
He tunneled into stories where weak men changed into strong half-animals or used eye beams or magic hammers to power through steel… — Alice Sebold Angry Copy Share Image
“Years passed. The trees in our yard grew taller. I watched my family and my friends and neighbors, the teachers whom I'd… — Alice Sebold High school 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
“Judging Natalie as my mother had judged me was, I felt like telling her son, just my ass-backward way of showing love.… — Alice Sebold Blood relatives Copy Share Image
“She climbed down the cliffs after tying her sweater loosely around her waist. Down below she could see nothing but jagged rocks… — Alice Sebold Mother 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 After death Copy Share Image
There’s no condition one adjusts to so quickly as a state of war. — Alice Sebold Peace Copy Share Image
