That's the way love sounds, my mother told me. You think it should feel like honey, but instead it cuts like a knife.
Alice HoffmanHe started to look at me in a manner I recognized: it was the way I looked at a new book, one I had never read before, one that surprised me with all it had to say.
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