She liked to disappear, even when she was in the same room as other people. It was a talent, as it was a curse.
Alice HoffmanWhat was a rose but the living proof of desire, the single best evidence of human longing and earthly devotion. but desire could be twisted,after all, and Jealousy was the name of the rose that did well in arid souls.
Alice HoffmanMy mother, Abra, had taught me that all people are made from the same dust. When our days here are gone, all men and women enter the same garden.
Alice HoffmanThe moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep.
Alice Hoffman