You build your world around someone, and then what happens when he disappears? Where do you go-into pieces, into atoms, into the arms of another man? You go shopping, you cook dinner, you work odd hours, you make love to someone else on June nights. But you're not really there.
Alice HoffmanMy grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel.
Alice HoffmanSometimes words drew blood, they cut your tongue, they made you know things you couldn't unknow.
Alice HoffmanIn "Faithful," Ray Bradbury is discussed a lot. The characters read "The Illustrated Man."
Alice Hoffman