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Alice Sebold

  • American writer
  • Born September 6, 1963

Alice Sebold (born September 6, 1963) is an American writer. She has published three books: Lucky (1999), The Lovely Bones (2002), and The Almost Moon (2007).


I'd like to go back to poetry again. I really, really revere good poetry. It's been my private discipline.




I like gardening - it's a place where I find myself when I need to lose myself.




I wanted to be the moron of the family, because morons seemed to have more fun, more freedom and more personality.




For me, heaven would be a lack of alienation. The whole time I was growing up, I felt comfort was inherently evil. I think that, for me, heaven isn't about couches and milk shakes and never having a troubling thought again.




I wake up very early in the morning. I like to start in the dark, and I never work at night, because my brain is evaporated by 4 P.M.




I went to church irregularly and was mostly reading comics in the pew.




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.




I'm gradually working through my obsessions, and maybe, when they're all free and clear, I'll write a comedy. But I'm not there yet.




I have never been shy about listening to the input of others and weighing it seriously.




I don't think ignorance is a way that you gain distance on something.




I was motivated to write about violence because I believe it's not unusual. I see it as just a part of life, and I think we get in trouble when we separate people who've experienced it from those who haven't.




I think it's an interesting thing to me, because we have this desire for everything to be explained to us. But if you go through your daily actions, very little ends up having a written-down explanation for why things happen, or why people do specific things.




In my 20s, I railed against anything 'spiritual'; I thought it was all crap.




I think you only learn what kind of personality you have by committing to things.




I wanted to be a novelist for so long.




To me, the idea of heaven would give you certain pleasures, certain joys - but it's very important to have an intellectual understanding of why you want those things.




I find talking about my work harder than it might be if honesty wasn't my calling card.




I always had that sense of being censored for the things that I thought. Why is it wrong to embroider your pants, or paint with acrylics on your clothing? Why is that weird? Isn't it weirder to want to be like everyone else?




I have always felt extremely weird. But I am very happy with my weirdnesses, and I want other people to be very happy with theirs.




Depending on where I am in the process, sometimes I have a page count and sometimes I don't. Sometimes I have an hour count; sometimes I'm just happy to string a few words together. I do keep pretty rigorous hours, because otherwise you never get anything done.




We all work hard to understand the dynamic relationship we have with a parent.




I have a lot to be grateful for.




I think understanding is the way to gain perspective - and therefore can live among those hideous realities. You can live with them.




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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