The sky is already purple; the first few stars have appeared, suddenly, as if someone had thrown a handful of silver across the edge of the world.
Alice HoffmanThat's why there are ten gates to pass through before you reach the garden. If life were easy there would be one gate. There would be no gates at all.
Alice HoffmanWhen the cold comes to New England it arrives in sheets of sleet and ice. In December, the wind wraps itself around bare trees and twists in between husbands and wives asleep in their beds. It shakes the shingles from the roofs and sifts through cracks in the plaster. The only green things left are the holly bushes and the old boxwood hedges in the village, and these are often painted white with snow. Chipmunks and weasels come to nest in basements and barns; owls find their way into attics. At night,the dark is blue and bluer still, as sapphire of night.
Alice HoffmanEvery time I finish a book, I forget everything I learned writing it - the information just disappears out of my head
Alice Hoffman