She 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 HoffmanThat's the way love sounds, my mother told me. You think it should feel like honey, but instead it cuts like a knife.
Alice HoffmanAll the characters in my books are imagined, but all have a bit of who I am in them - much like the characters in your dreams are all formed by who you are
Alice HoffmanLove was like rain: it turned into ice, or it disappeared. Now you saw it, now you couldn't find it no matter how hard you might search. Love evaporated; obsession was realer; it hurt, like a pin in your bottom, a stone in your shoe. It didn't go away in the blink of an eye. A morning phone call filled with regret. A letter that said, Dear you, good-bye from me. Obsession tasted like something familiar. Something you'd known your whole life. It settled and lurked; it stayed with you.
Alice Hoffman