Alice Hoffman
Alice Hoffman
Alice Hoffmanis an American novelist and young-adult and children's writer, best known for her 1995 novel Practical Magic, which was adapted for a 1998 film of the same name. Many of her works fall into the genre of magic realism and contain elements of magic, irony, and non-standard romances and relationships...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth16 March 1952
CountryUnited States of America
growing-up teenager kids
I think growing up is difficult and it's a process that I'm always interested in, with kids and adults, they are often on two different universes.
book years twenties
I've been a screenwriter for twenty-five years. Every one of my books have been optioned for movies and I have written a few of those screenplays.
wise may serpent
Still anyone who trusts a serpent deserves its bite. The wise see a creature for what it is, not what it says it may be.
pain men want
He wanted pain, I saw that in him, and what a man wants he will often manage to find.
giving desire causes
I must keep my head and not give in to desire, for desire is what causes women to drown.
grandmother past overwhelmed
My grandmother was overwhelmed by what was happening to us. She ahd moved back into the past because the here and the now was too terrible.
mother cutting thinking
That's the way love sounds, my mother told me. You think it should feel like honey, but instead it cuts like a knife.
sorrow waking waking-life
Our rest is formed by our waking life and our waking life is formed by our sorrows.
life mean losing-everything
Being human means losing everything we love best in the world," she murmured as she released me. "But would you ask to be anything else?
people stories
Are people drawn to each other because of the stories they carry inside?
girl together different
When I looked at her, she appeared to be a different person from the one I'd known... She had rewritten everything, our history together, our friendship. Now I was the girl who'd stolen Andres; the girl who'd lied to her about who I was. Therefore, she owned me nothing.
heart keys blood
Everything we knew condemned us, and our questioning condemned us most of all. Knowledge was the way of our people, and knowledge was dangerous. It was the first thing that freed you and the thing that put you in peril. It was the key to the ten gates. I saw them clearly now, each and every one, the gates that were there for me. Ashes, Bones, Grass, Heart, Stone, Love, Sorrow, Blood, Earth, Sky.
beautiful wise mother
Abra DeMadrigal didn't look young enough to be my sister anymore. Her sorrow weighed her down and aged her. She was still beautiful, but she looked very far away. No wonder our people had raven eyes, so distant, so sad. No matter how wise she was, my mother looked like a woman who hadn't truely believed how much evil there was in our world. Not until this moment.
real evil people
We had to survive to remember. Otherwise everything we were would disappear. Those people we loved would fade as though we'd never loved them, as if they'd never walked and talked and burned, forgetting them was the real evil. That was the hole of darkness.