Quotes from Alice Hoffman

One of my favorites is "Time and Again" by Jack Finney. It takes place in Manhattan and goes back and forth between 1882 and the 1950s. It's really a cult book.

I never plot out my novels in terms of the tone of the book. Hopefully, once a story is begun it reveals itself.

Real love, after all, was worth the price you paid, however briefly it might last.

I feel as if when you love a book it becomes a part of you whether you have it on your shelves or not.

I wrote to find beauty and purpose, to know that love is possible and lasting and real.... Once I got to my desk, once I started writing, I still believed anything was possible.

Anyway, the sort of love that will not wait is probably best to pass by

I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.

Any institution becomes a community - whether it's a high school or a boarding school or a publishing company or a small town where everybody knows certain things about people.

The sisters were glad to be together. They had the easy sort of relationship where they didn't have to speak to be understood.

You have to choose the voice you are going to trust. You can't listen to everyone.

Trouble is just like love, after all; it comes in unannounced and takes over before you've had a chance to reconsider, or even to think.

Here is the riddle of love: Everything it gives to you, it takes away.

I love science fiction but especially his because it's so humane.

I did go there later, but I hadn't been there before I wrote the book. Sometimes I feel like the imagined can feel more real than the real?

Hawthorne has given us a tradition that some people refer to as Yankee Magic Realism, and I do think there is a certain quality to the landscape that definitely leads into the dark woods.

I always felt and still feel that fairy tales have an emotional truth that is so deep that there are few things that really rival them

Love is worth the sum of itself, and nothing more.

Love was like that, like a dream you didn't quite understand, one in which you didn't necessarily know what you were looking at until it was right in front of you.

He was in love, and people in that condition did stupid, unfathomable things. They were all flawed, every single one.

That's the way love sounds, my mother told me. You think it should feel like honey, but instead it cuts like a knife.

The 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.

Maybe some love was guaranteed. Maybe it fit inside you and around you like skin and bones.

He fell in love with the way she closed her eyes, long before he fell in love with her.

Margaret thought of all she knew for certain, that day would always follow night that love was never wasted nor was it lost.