Alice Sebold
Alice Sebold
Alice Seboldis an American writer. She has published three books: Lucky, The Lovely Bones, and The Almost Moon...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionMemoirist
Date of Birth6 September 1963
CityMadison, WI
CountryUnited States of America
dust yellow light
When the music stopped, it could have been forever since we'd begun. My grandfather took a step back, and the light grew yellow at his back. 'I'm going,' he said. 'Where?' I asked. 'Don't worry, sweetheart. You're so close.' He turned and walked away, disappearing rapidly into spots and dust. Infinity.
giving earth lovely-bones
If I had but an hour of love,if that be all that is given me,an hour of love upon this earth,I would give my love to thee.
beautiful smart trying
I was trying to prove to them and to myself that I was still who I had always been. I was beautiful, if fat. I was smart, if loud. I was good, if ruined.
responsibility people long
It's something that I know how to do because I taught for a very long time, so I can do it, and I feel a responsibility to do it - for instance, in this situation, where I'm touring specifically for this period of time. But most writers are not public people. There are a few writers out there who really enjoy it and are good at it, and can both work and do that at the same time, but I'm not one of those people.
long gone someone-you-love
Sometimes you cry, Susie, even when someone you love has been gone a long time.
rocks stones cold
but, he also said it because part of him wanted more of her, this cold woman who was not exactly cold, this rock who was not stone.
eye disappear whole
If I shut my eyes, I believed, I would disappear. To make it through, I had to be present the whole time.
bystanders friendly levels
I'm just a friendly bystander who they occasionally ask questions of. That's my level of involvement.
eye dancer house
She didn't even have to smile, and she rarely did outside her house--it was the eyes, her dancer's carriage, the way she seemed to deliberate over the smallest movement of her body.
home secret love-someone
How could it be that you could love someone so much and keep it secret from yourself as you woke daily so far from home?
way cameras bones
I had rescued the moment by using my camera and in that way had found how to stop time and hold it. No one could take that image away from me because I owned it.
attitude way laissez-faire
I'm fine with whatever comes my way, and whatever doesn't come my way I'm fine with too. I have a very laissez-faire attitude with the whole thing.
children father lovely-bones
There was one thing my murderer didn't understand; he didn't understand how much a father could love his child.
hair promise black
I stared at her black hair. It was shiny like the promises in magazines.