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 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 HoffmanEvery time I finish a book, I forget everything I learned writing it - the information just disappears out of my head
Alice HoffmanThe frightened walk away when love is difficult. I know that now. You have to be willing to give everything away. You have to be willing to end up with nothing. Only then will your heart be whole.
Alice Hoffman