276 Quotes by Alice Sebold

He had been my almost. My might-have-been. I was afraid of what I wanted most – His kiss. Still, I collected kiss stories. -Susie Salmon.

In the drawing a thick blue line separated the air and ground. In the days that followed I watched my family walk back and forth past that drawing and I became convinced that that thick blue line was a real place – an Inbetween, where heaven’s horizon met Earth’s. I wanted to go there into the cornflower blue of Crayola, the royal, the turquoise, the sky.

When they reached the lobby and the doors opened I knew they were meant to be there, the four of them, alone.

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.

There was one thing my murderer didn’t understand; he didn’t understand how much a father could love his child.

And i was gone.

I fell in love with you again; While you were away – Jack Salmon.

One thing about failing repeatedly: If you’re still doing it after you’ve failed that much, you really mean it.

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.