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
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.
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.
mother people looks
Never look at other people's bad fortune,' my mother said. 'If you do, it will come back to find you instead of its rightful owner.
mother men garden
My mother, Abra, had taught me that all people are made from the same dust. When our days here are gone, all men and women enter the same garden.
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.
mother hands water
I thought of the bowl of water my mother taught me to look into. It was true, everything a person ever needed to know was right there in a single bowl small enough to fit in the palm of one hand.
mother cancer priorities
Cleaning up after themselves was a low priority for Margo and my mother. They had both recovered from cancer scares, failed marriages, and lost hope; in their opinion, dirt could wait.
mother brother father
My mother's blood that would last forever after. The blood of my brother, my grandfather, my father.
mom mother children
Mothers always find ways to fit in the work - but then when you're working, you feel that you should be spending time with your children and then when you're with your children, you're thinking about working.
character writing magic
When you start writing the magic comes when the characters seem to take on a life of their own and write the words for themselves.
dream people busy
I wasn't good company, that was true, and people avoided me, but that was all right. I was too busy dreaming.
american-author imagined
I did go there later, but I hadn't been there before I wrote the book. Sometimes I feel like the imagined can feel more real than the real?
great helping survivors voices
We're helping the survivors of Katrina, having our voices heard, and it's a great way to take back Sept. 11.
reading imagination joy
That is the joy of reading fiction: when all is said and done, the novel belongs to the reader and his or her imagination.