Sarah Addison Allen Quotes - Page 5

My writing process is very organic. I start with an idea. I have the general story arc and the cast. But then I sit down to write, and things change.

The word lethologica describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want.

When Josey woke up and saw the feathery frost on her windowpane, she smiled. Finally, it was cold enough to wear long coats and tights. It was cold enough for scarves and shirts worn in layers, like camouflage. It was cold enough for her lucky red cardigan, which she swore had a power of its own. She loved this time of year. Summer was tedious with the light dresses she pretended to be comfortable in while secretly sure she looked like a loaf of white bread wearing a belt. The cold was such a relief.

Like magic, she felt him getting nearer, felt it like a pull in the pit of her stomach. It felt like hunger but deeper, heavier. Like the best kind of expectation. Ice cream expectation. Chocolate expectation.

She sometimes thought she was going crazy. Her first thought when she woke up was always how to get him out of her thoughts. And she would keep watch, hoping to see him next door, while plotting ways to never have to see him again.

Children always know when their mothers are crazy - they just never admit it, not out loud, to anyone.

Living down your own past was hard enough. You shouldn't have to live down someone else's.

First frost meant letting go, so it was always reason to celebrate.

Crystalline swirls of sugar and flour still lingered in the air like kite tails.

For stubborn souls like Lisette, death was easier than the courage it took to actually change your life.

She'd fallen into the best part of her past.

There was an art to the male posterior. That's all there was to it.

If a man has so much heat he burns your skin when he touches you, he's the devil. Run away

Stability was overrated. Crises and adventures, on the other hand, could actually teach you something.

People always say life is too short for regrets. But the truth is, it's too long.

Nothing is really broke, so it's not like I can fix it. I just have to keep trying to find what I'm looking for.

If they just carried on like always, everything would be ok.

People adapt. People change. You can grow where you're planted.

People fall in love all the time. And it's not always with the right people. And it's not always reciprocated.

Whenever I would get too nosy as a child, my grandmother would say, "When you learn someone else's secret, your own secrets aren't safe. Dig up one, release them all.

The trick is not to make eye contact. They don't charge if you don't make eye contact.

Everything was quiet, a strange sort of quiet that felt like an unfinished sentence.

When she looked in the mirror these days, she saw someone she didn't recognize...She saw an old woman trying to be beautiful, her skin dry and her wrinkles like cracks. She looked like a very well-dressed winter apple.

The area was encompassed in a bubble of warm, fragrant steam from the funnel cake deep fryers. It smelled like sweet vanilla cake batter you licked off a spoon.

It had always fascinated him that she'd consumed so many words, that her head was full of stories, told a thousand different ways.