I 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 HoffmanMy sorrow is I used to read all the time and now, as a writer, I don't have the time to read.
Alice HoffmanHe was in love, and people in that condition did stupid, unfathomable things. They were all flawed, every single one.
Alice HoffmanI wept to think that life went on even when so much had been lost, that rain still fell and myrtle grew between the rocks.
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 Hoffman