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
kissing might salmon
He had been my almost. My might-have-been. I was afraid of what I wanted most - His kiss. Still, I collected kiss stories. -Susie Salmon
kissing sides new-life
As if in the other side of his kiss there could ve a new life
girl morning kissing
I was in the air around him. I was in the cold mornings he had now. I was in the quiet time he spent alone. I was the girl he had chosen to kiss. He wanted, somehow to set me free. -Susie Salmon
girl kissing want
I was the girl he had chosen to kiss. He wanted, somehow to set me free. He didn't want to burn my photo or toss it away, but he didn't want to look at me anymore, either.
girl kissing two
Stones and bones; snow and frost; seeds and beans and polliwogs. Paths and twigs, assorted kisses, We all know who Daddy misses! His two little frogs of girls, that’s who. They know where they are, do you, do you?
beautiful kissing rainbow
Our only kiss was like an accident- a beautiful gasoline rainbow.
kissing destiny firsts
Your first kiss is destiny knocking.
joys understanding
To me, the idea of heaven would give you certain pleasures, certain joys - but it's very important to have an intellectual understanding of why you want those things.
comics mostly
I went to church irregularly and was mostly reading comics in the pew.
dynamic hard relationship work
We all work hard to understand the dynamic relationship we have with a parent.
men mark left
I left my mark on that man.
mother ocean eye
His love for my mother wasn't about looking back and loving something that would never change. It was about loving my mother for everything -- for her brokenness and her fleeing, for her being there right then in that moment before the sun rose and the hospital staff came in. It was about touching that hair with the side of his fingertip, and knowing yet plumbing fearlessly the depths of her ocean eyes.
lying hands two
I live in a world where two truths coexist: where both hell and hope lie in the palm of my hand
spiritual crap
In my 20s, I railed against anything 'spiritual', I thought it was all crap,