7 Quotes by Alice Blanchard

My eyes fixed on my friend’s necklace, something I hadn’t noticed before—a tiny gold chain with a gold word at the base of her neck. Aires, gold lassos for letters, riding her pulse. My thoughts felt about thumb-sized.

The day was hot, the sun high, and the silence was so thick you'd have thought the sky didn't have any air in it.

If you suffer for your writing, don’t forget to write about your suffering.

The more you write fiction, the deeper you will dig, until you begin to understand pieces of your own life.

The day was hot, the sun high, and the silence was so think you’d have thought the sky didn’t have any air in it.

My eyes fixed on my friend’s necklace, something I hadn’t noticed before – a tiny gold chain with a gold word at the base of her neck. Aires, gold lassos for letters, riding her pulse. My thoughts felt about thumb-sized.

Write what you love, love what you write, and let the chips fall where they may.