Part of the creative process for me is an invitation for readers to follow their imagination.
Alice SeboldShe liked to imagine that when she passed the world looked after her, but she also knew how anonymous she was.
Alice SeboldThe dead are never exactly seen by the living, but many people seem acutely aware of something changed around them. They speak of a chill in the air. The mates of the deceased wake from dreams and see a figure standing at the end of thier bed, or in a doorway, or boarding, phantomlike, a city bus.
Alice SeboldI was in the air around him. I was in the cold mornings he had now. I was in the quiet time he spent alone. I was the girl he had chosen to kiss. He wanted, somehow to set me free. -Susie Salmon
Alice Sebold