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Part of the creative process for me is an invitation for readers to follow their imagination.

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Alice Sebold
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: September 6
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Madison
Wisconsin
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I was like I was in science class: I was curious.
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I would do exactly what you are doing: I would talk to everyone I needed to, I would not tell too many people his name. When I was sure, she said, I would find a quiet way, and I would kill him.
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Murderers are not monsters, they're men. And that's the most frightening thing about them.
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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.
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When I was raped I lost my virginity and almost lost my life. I also discarded certain assumptions I had held about how the world worked and about how safe I was.
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The sun came through the branches of the tree above her, and Ruth looked up past them. I think she listens, she said, too softly to be heard.
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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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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.
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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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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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How to Commit the Perfect Murder was an old game in heaven. I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away.
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Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had.
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Murder had a blood red door on the other side of which was everything unimaginable to everyone.
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At fourteen, my sister sailed away from me into a place I’d never been. In the walls of my sex there was horror and blood, in the walls of hers there were windows.
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You save yourself or you remain unsaved.
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Before, they had never found themselves broken together. Usually, it was one needing the other but not both needing each other, and so there had been a way, by touching, to borrow from the stronger one's strength.
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Out loud I said I had two children. Silently I said three. I always felt like apologizing to her for that.
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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
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There’s no condition one adjusts to so quickly as a state of war.
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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.
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