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
dynamic hard relationship work
We all work hard to understand the dynamic relationship we have with a parent.
comics mostly
I went to church irregularly and was mostly reading comics in the pew.
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.
gradually
I'm gradually working through my obsessions, and maybe, when they're all free and clear, I'll write a comedy. But I'm not there yet.
censored weirder
I always had that sense of being censored for the things that I thought. Why is it wrong to embroider your pants, or paint with acrylics on your clothing? Why is that weird? Isn't it weirder to want to be like everyone else?
calling harder might work
I find talking about my work harder than it might be if honesty wasn't my calling card.
save-yourself
You save yourself or you remain unsaved.
kissing destiny firsts
Your first kiss is destiny knocking.
couple mean views
I mean, if I went into my closet, I could find a previous draft and try to figure that out, but it takes a long time for me to find the voice to tell a story in. I was working from other points of view for a couple years there.
father home night
Last night it had been my father who had finally said it: "She’s never coming home." A clear and easy piece of truth that everyone who had ever known me had accepted. But he needed to say it, and she needed to hear him say it.
bystanders friendly levels
I'm just a friendly bystander who they occasionally ask questions of. That's my level of involvement.
listening input shy
I have never been shy about listening to the input of others and weighing it seriously.
growing-up thinking evil
For me, heaven would be a lack of alienation. The whole time I was growing up, I felt comfort was inherently evil. I think that, for me, heaven isnt about couches and milk shakes and never having a troubling thought again.
missing-someone forever missing
I missed her then but it was an odd sort of missing because by then, I knew the meaning of forever.