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
father heart heaven
As she stood in the darkened room and watched my sister and father, I knew one of things that heaven meant. I had a choice, and it was not to divide my family in my heart.
special would-be horrible
He was beginning to understand: You were treated special and, later, something horrible would be told to you.
lonely grace going-away
But also I wanted him to go away and leave me be. I was granted one weak grace. Back in the room where the green chair was still warm from his body, I blew that lonely, flickering candle out
names people way
I would do exactly what you are doing: I would talk to everyone I needed to, I would not tell too many people his name. When I was sure," she said, "I would find a quiet way, and I would kill him.
daddy needs i-need-him
Please don't let Daddy die Susie," he whispered. "I need him.
imagination creative process
Part of the creative process for me is an invitation for readers to follow their imagination.
class curious science-class
I was like I was in science class: I was curious.
snowflake said
Like snowflakes,' Franny said,'none of them the same and yet each one, from where we stand, exactly like the one before
crazy book thinking
I think that if you're somebody who's a control freak, the process would make you crazy, but I'm kind of a process freak, so I'm excited to see what he does with it. I know it's not going to be my book, so just starting with that knowledge frees me from having to get all freaked out about it.
growing-up people grows
People grow up by living.
looks lovely-bones keep-going
You're not supposed to look back, you're supposed to keep going.
happy-life long wish
I wish you all a long and happy life
character narrative sound
It's hard, because when you talk about process or your characters ruling your narrative, it sounds like you have no control, but obviously you're ultimately the author, so you do have control.
world imagine time-of-day
She liked to imagine that when she passed, the world looked after her, but she also knew how anonymous she was. Except when she was at work, no one knew where she was at any time of day and no one waited for her. It was immaculate anonymity.