Do people choose the art that inspires them — do they think it over, decide they might prefer the fabulous to the real? For me, it was those early readings of fairy tales that made me who I was as a reader and, later on, as a storyteller.
Alice HoffmanI was beginning to understand.My grandmother's love was cold because she was afraid of things;that was why everything had to be perfect.
Alice HoffmanI can hurt myself more than anyone else can, she told her sister. I can do it with my eyes closed.
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 Hoffman