Alice Sebold
One thing about failing repeatedly: If you're still doing it after you've failed that much, you really mean it.Collection: Mean
Each time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain.Collection: Pain
As she brought prospective buyers through, the realtor said it was an oil stain, but it was me, seeping out of the bag.Collection: Oil
I had always been in love with him. I counted the lashes of each closed eye. He had been my almost, my might have been, and I did not want to leave himCollection: Eye
The earth has a mouth?” Buckley asked. A big round mouth but with no lips,” my father said. Jack,” my mother said, laughing, “stop it. Do you know I caught him outside growling at the snapdragons?Collection: Mother
The moon is whole all the time, but we can’t always see it. What we see is an almost moon or not-quite moon. The rest is hiding just out of view, but there’s only one moon, so we follow it in the sky. We plan our lives based on its rhythms and tides.Collection: Moon
Part of the creative process for me is an invitation for readers to follow their imagination.Collection: Imagination
If I had but an hour of love,if that be all that is given me,an hour of love upon this earth,I would give my love to thee.Collection: Giving
Loss could be used as a measure of beauty in a woman.Collection: Loss
Well, as my dad would say, it means she’s out of this shithole.Collection: Dad
In my 20s, I railed against anything 'spiritual', I thought it was all crap.Collection: Spiritual
Now I am in the place I call this wide wide Heaven because it includes all my simplest desires but also the most humble and grand. The word my grandfather uses is comfort. So there are cakes and pillows and colors galore, but underneath this more obvious patchwork quilt are places like a quiet room where you can go and hold someone's hand and not have to say anything. Give no story. Make no claim. Where you can live at the edge of your skin for as long as you wish.Collection: Quilts
In this deeply nuanced portrait of an American family, Bret Anthony Johnston fearlessly explores the truth behind a mythic happy ending. In Remember Me Like This, Johnston presents an incisive dismantling of an all-too-comforting fallacy: that in being found we are no longer lost.Collection: Comforting
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.Collection: Sex