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
Alice Sebold quotes about
loss used
Loss could be used as a measure of beauty in a woman.
names firsts salmon
My name is Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered.
sex wall blood
At fourteen, my sister sailed away from me into a place I’d never been. In the walls of my sex there was horror and blood, in the walls of hers there were windows.
spiritual crap
In my 20s, I railed against anything 'spiritual', I thought it was all crap,
lying hands two
I live in a world where two truths coexist: where both hell and hope lie in the palm of my hand
coffee dark people
The stains could be seen only in the sunlight, so Ruth was never really aware of them until later, when she would stop at an outdoor cafe for a cup of coffee, and look down at her skirt and see the dark traces of spilled vodka or whiskey. The alcohol had the effect of making the black cloth blacker. This amused her; she had noted in her journal: 'booze affects material as it does people'.
mean men stronger
Between a man and a woman there was always one person who was stronger than the other one. That doesn’t mean the weaker one doesn’t love the stronger.
medicine different poison
Poison and medicine are often the same thing, given in different proportions
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.
oil bags stains
As she brought prospective buyers through, the realtor said it was an oil stain, but it was me, seeping out of the bag.
father ocean eye
Hey, Ocean Eyes,” my father said. “Where’d you go on us?
men monsters murderer
Murderers are not monsters, they're men. And that's the most frightening thing about them.