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Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun it cannot be contained.

Alice Sebold

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Alice Sebold
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: September 6
Novelist
Writer
Madison
Wisconsin
Sun
Flower
Cannot
Earth
Real
Every
Life
Contained
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Horror

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Like snowflakes,' Franny said,'none of them the same and yet each one, from where we stand, exactly like the one before
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I'm just a friendly bystander who they occasionally ask questions of. That's my level of involvement.
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Your first kiss is destiny knocking.
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Life is a perpetual yesterday for us.
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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.
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To transform experience and thought into language and narrative - that is beautiful even if that beauty is in brokenness.
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But I know I would not go out. I had taken this time to fall in love instead — in love with the sort of helplessness I had not felt in death — the helplessness of being alive, the dark bright pity of being human — feeling as you went, groping in corners and opening your arms to light - all of it part of navigating the unknown.
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The dead are never exactly seen by the living, but many people seem acutely aware of something changed around them. They speak of a chill in the air. The mates of the deceased wake from dreams and see a figure standing at the end of thier bed, or in a doorway, or boarding, phantomlike, a city bus.
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I would like to tell you that I am, and you will one day be, forever safe.
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A father's suspicion...' she began. Is as powerful as a mother's intuition.' ~pg 87, Ruana Singh and Jack Salmon
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These things, she felt, were not to be passed around like disingenuous party favors. She kept an honor code with her journals and her poems. 'Inside, inside,' she would whisper quietly to herself when she felt the urge to tell.
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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.
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He took the hat from my mouth. ''Tell me you love me'', he said. Gently I did. The end came anyway
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I watched my brother and my father. The truth was very different from what we learned in school. The truth was the line between the living and the dead could be, it seemed, murky and blurred.
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But she was waiting patiently. She no longer believed in talk. It never rescued anything. At seventy she had come to believe in time alone. ~pg 254
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Murderers are not monsters, they're men. And that's the most frightening thing about them.
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