But she was waiting patiently. She no longer believed in talk. It never rescued anything. At seventy she had come to believe in time alone. ~pg 254
Alice SeboldWell, it's my voice, so it's more accessible that way, and there are also all sorts of things like plot and timelines that are already known entities, so for me, it's very different from writing fiction.
Alice SeboldI missed her then but it was an odd sort of missing because by then, I knew the meaning of forever.
Alice Sebold