At midnight the wind in the tress can sound like the ocean. The moonlight can make a road appear as endless as the sea.
Alice HoffmanShe was disappearing a little more each day, so thin, so frail, a wisp of smoke. One day she would surely vanish altogether, and there was no way to stop her.
Alice HoffmanI wasn't quite as certain that I knew her soul. When it came right down to it, I wasn't sure she knew me either.
Alice Hoffman