{"author":"Alice Hoffman","author_id":"Alice+Hoffman","total_quotes":144,"quotes":[{"text":"She can feel his blood, just beneath his skin; when he breathes, the air fills with smoke. He's like a dragon, ancient and fearless.","author":"Alice Hoffman","tags":["admiration","animal","horse","msytical","respect","strength"],"id":2275,"author_id":"Alice+Hoffman"},{"text":"James had a theory about caged birds, one he hoped to prove when he became a scientist someday. He believed that all birds that had their freedom taken from them eventually lost their voices. Once that happened, they could never find their true song.","author":"Alice Hoffman","tags":["fantasy"],"id":5406,"author_id":"Alice+Hoffman"},{"text":"... A man always revealed his own inner story in his actions and expressions. A man's past deeds foretold his future and allowed anyone with half a brain to divine the path he would take.","author":"Alice Hoffman","tags":["future","past"],"id":5580,"author_id":"Alice+Hoffman"},{"text":"Every man engaged in war tells himself he can alter what has been written, that it is he, not God, who is the maker of destiny, free to change what is meant to be.","author":"Alice Hoffman","tags":["destiny","war"],"id":5781,"author_id":"Alice+Hoffman"},{"text":"Shelby watched the books burn. She wonders if words are pouring down on other people's houses,sad words, like beast and mourn and sorrow and mother.","author":"Alice Hoffman","tags":["books","words"],"id":5871,"author_id":"Alice+Hoffman"},{"text":"She has an eye for tragedy and sorrow. Show her a rose and she'll see only the wasp in the center of the bloom.","author":"Alice Hoffman","tags":["sorrow","tragedy"],"id":7926,"author_id":"Alice+Hoffman"},{"text":"People expected certain things of me: assistance, silence, comfort. They had no idea who I was.","author":"Alice Hoffman","tags":["depression","introversion","secrets","trauma"],"id":8088,"author_id":"Alice+Hoffman"},{"text":"Before she can stop herself, she thinks about desire, how it lives within you and yet is separate, surfacing when it chooses, without permission, in the harsh afternoon light, at the moment when you least expect to find it.","author":"Alice Hoffman","tags":["desire"],"id":9363,"author_id":"Alice+Hoffman"},{"text":"I wrote to find beauty and purpose, to know that love is possible and lasting and real, to see day lilies and swimming pools, loyalty and devotion, even though my eyes were closed, and all that surrounded me was a darkened room. I wrote because that was who I was at the core, and if I was too damaged to walk around the block, I was lucky all the same. Once I got to my desk, once I started writing, I still believed anything was possible.","author":"Alice Hoffman","tags":["writing"],"id":10422,"author_id":"Alice+Hoffman"},{"text":"In my memories I have set my life in Brooklyn between pieces of glass, separate from my current existence, and this has enabled me to move forward. The past cannot tie me in knots, nor can it cause me to drown. And yet what is stored in glass belongs to me still. Each piece is a part of me: the hummingbirds, the locked doors, Mr. Morris in the yard, the pear tree, the woman covered by bees, and you. Especially you.","author":"Alice Hoffman","tags":["living-in-the-past","memories"],"id":11447,"author_id":"Alice+Hoffman"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":144,"pages":15,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}