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
mistake people helping
Still, I couldn't help but wonder if it was a mistake for people like us to be tied to a place. If we weren't meant to be ready and willing to wander. If everything we needed was contained in who we were. And what we remember.
hurt people bird
Those you love will not drown or burn. They will fly away.' ...'Now we both have people we love who are like birds. They have flown far from anything in this world that can hurt them. They're flying away still.
knowing soul earth
This kind of knowing you can never tell to anyone. If you want us to survive, you cannot trust a soul'... 'Not for any reason on this earth. You can never tell,
mother heart matter
I know who you are in your heart,' Andres said. 'That's all that matters.' And that was it. That was the moment. Now I knew how I would feel if I ever lost him. That was how you knew love. My mother had told me that. All you had to do was imagine your life without the other person, and if the thought alone made you shiver, then you knew.
thinking wish remember
Some things you cannot wish away or think away. They become part of you when you remember them.
mean disappear unspoken
Just because something is unspoken doesn't mean that it disappears.
thinking wife people
The original fairy tale was about the youngest sister going into a room in the castle and finding all the bodies of the wives that came before her - she is confronted with truth, thinking about how often we think we know people and we really don't.
lying voice silence
The voice that arises out of the silence is something no one can imagine until it is heard. It roars when it speaks, it lies to you and convinces you, it steals from you and leaves you without a single word of comfort.
real blood apples
Fairytales were maps formed of blood and hair and bones; they were the knots of the sub-conscious unwound. Every word in every tale was real and as true as apples and stones. They all led to the story inside the story.
world way break
It was a great escape for me and it was a way to take a break from what was going on in my own world, to go into another world.
love writing loss
What else is there to write about than love and loss?
one-day littles way
She was disappearing a little more each day, so thin, so frail, a wisp of smoke. One day she would surely vanish altogether, and there was no way to stop her.
real thinking fantastic
I don't think I make much of a distinction between the 'real' and the 'fantastic.' They both seem to be threads in the same cloth as far as I'm concerned.
life lying who-i-am
Burn me. Drown me. Tell me lies. I will still be who I am.