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Alice Sebold quotes
These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections-sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent-that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it. The events that my death wrought were merely the bones of a body that would become whole at some unpredictable time in the future. The price of what I came to see as this miraculous body had been my life.
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
Life is a perpetual yesterday for us.
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
You save yourself or you remain unsaved.
— Alice Sebold
Heaven is comfort, but it’s still not living.
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
My name is Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered.
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
Nothing is ever certain.
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
After telling the hard facts to anyone from lover to friend, I have changed in their eyes. Often it is awe or admiration, sometimes it is repulsion, once or twice it has been fury hurled directly at me for reasons I remain unsure of.
— Alice Sebold, Lucky
I forgive you, ” I said. I said what I had to. I would die by pieces to save myself from real death.
— Alice Sebold, Lucky
He would find his Susie, inside his young son. Give that love to the living.
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
There were also the Masters of Arcane Knowledge. Everyone begrudged their presence among the gifteds. These were the kids that could break down an engine and build it back again – no diagrams or instructions needed. They understood things in a real, not theoretical, way. They seemed not to care about their grades.
— Alice Sebold
Judging Natalie as my mother had judged me was, I felt like telling her son, just my ass-backward way of showing love. I’d spent my life trying to translate that language, and now I realized I had come to speak it fluently. When was it that you realized the thread woven through your DNA carried the relationship deformities of your blood relatives as much as it did their diabetes and bone density?
— Alice Sebold, The Almost Moon
There wasn’t a lot of bullshit in my heaven.
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
I was like I was in science class: I was curious.
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had.
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
Outside the hospital, a young girl who was selling small bouquets of daffodils, their green stems tied with lavender ribbons. I watched as my mother bought out the girl’s whole stock. Nurse Eliot, who remembered my mother from eight years ago volunteered to help her when she saw her comng down the hall, her arms full of flowers. She rounded up extra water pitchers from a supply closet and together, she and my mother filled them with water and placed the flowers around my father’s room while he slept. Nurse Eliot thought that if loss could be used as a measure of beauty in a woman, my mother had grown even more beautiful.(The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold)
— Alice Sebold
It was in these moments, I knew, that my father loved my mother most. When my mother was broken and helpless, when her hard shell was stripped away and her spite and brittleness couldn’t serve her. It was a sad dance of two people who were starving to death in each other’s arms. Their marriage an X that forever joined murderer to victim.
— Alice Sebold, The Almost Moon
She wasn’t actually speaking to me, she was singing a kind of lullaby of talk. But, eventually, the music stopped.
— Alice Sebold
There was our father, the heart we knew held all of us. Held us heavily and desperately, the doors of his heart opening and closing with the rapidity of stops on an instrument, the quiet felt closures, the ghostly fingering, practice and practice and then, incredibly, sound and melody and warmth.
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
What I think was hardest for me to realize was that he had tried each time to stop himself. He had killed animals, taking lesser lives to keep from killing a child
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
Tess was my first experience of a woman who had inhabited her weirdness, moved into the areas of herself that made her distinct from those around her, and learned how to display them proudly.
— Alice Sebold, Lucky
Oh sweetheart, do you really think if youseal it up, that the pain’s gonna go away?
— Alice Sebold
That night my mother had what she considered a wonderful dream. She dreamed of the country of India, where she had never been. There were orange traffic cones and beautiful lapis lazuli insects with mandibles of gold. A young girl was being led through the streets. She was taken to a pyre where she was wound in a sheet and placed up on a platform built from sticks. The bright fire that consumed her brought my mother into that deep, light, dreamlike bliss. The girl was being burned alive, but, first, there had been her body, clean and whole.
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
I could not imagine my youngest standing above her soiled grandmother in the wing chair and saying, “mother, let’s kill her. “That’s the only choice.
— Alice Sebold
Murderers are not monsters, they’re men. And that’s the most frightening thing about them.
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
This little girl’s grown up by now, ” she said.Almost.Not quite.I wish you all a long and happy life.
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
You could not be filled with hate and be beautiful. Like any other girl, I wanted to be beautiful. But I was filled with hate.
— Alice Sebold, Lucky
He hadn’t woken a day since my death when the day wasn’t something to get through. But the truth was, the memorial service day was not the worst kind. At least it was honest. At least it was a day shaped around what they were so preoccupied by: my absence. Today he would not have to pretend he was getting back to normal—whatever normal was.
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
How to Commit the Perfect Murder” was an old game in heaven. I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away.
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
Samuel walked out to Lindsey then, and there she was in his arms, my sweet butterball babe, born ten years after my fourteen years on Earth: Abigail Suzanne. Little Susie to me. Samuel placed Susie on a blanket near the flowers. And my sister, my Lindsey, left me in her memories, where I was meant to be.
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
No one can pull anyone back from anywhere. You save yourself or you remain unsaved.
— Alice Sebold, Lucky
We lay there with our bodies touching, and as I shook, a powerful knowledge took hold. He had done this thing to me and I had lived. That was all. I was still breathing. I heard his heart. I smelled his breath. The dark earth around us smelled like what it was, moist dirt where animals lived their daily lives. I could have yelled for hours.
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
Try to breathe, ” he said, and for the first time the only thought in my head after an instruction like that wasn’t Fuck you.I breathed.
— Alice Sebold
Our only kiss was like an accident- a beautiful gasoline rainbow.
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
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.
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
For me the saddest thing was that these animals smelled the brokenness in him – the human defect – and kept away.
— Alice Sebold
Out loud I said I had two children. Silently I said three. I always felt like apologizing to her for that.
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
I knew my mother’s limitations because they formed the marrow of my bones.
— Alice Sebold, The Almost Moon
Soon she noted that teachers in subjects besides gym didn’t report her if she cut. They were happy not to have her there: her intelligence made her a problem. It demanded attention and rushed their lesson plans forward.
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
In the tunnel where I was raped, a tunnel that was once an underground entry to an amphitheater, a place where actors burst forth from underneath the seats of a crowd, a girl had been murdered and dismembered. I was told this story by the police. In comparison, they said, I was lucky.
— Alice Sebold, Lucky
Placing blame was easier than adding up the mounting figures of what he’d lost.
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
I realized how subversive Ruth was then, not because she drew pictures of nude women that got misused by her peers, but because she was more talented than her teachers. She was the quietest kind of rebel. Helpless, really.
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
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?
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
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’.
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
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.
— Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones
I wake up very early in the morning. I like to start in the dark, and I never work at night, because my brain is evaporated by 4 P.M.
— Alice Sebold
I like gardening – it’s a place where I find myself when I need to lose myself.
— Alice Sebold
The relationship with the words someone uses is more intimate and integrated than just a quick read and a blurb can ever be. This intimacy – the words on the page being sent back and forth from engaged editor to open author – is unique in my experience.
— Alice Sebold
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