Quotes from Judy Blume

The '50s were a secretive time.

I am very sentimental, very emotional, but never in my writing; I am very tough.

I don't think people change; electronics change, the things we have change, but the way we live doesn't change.

What I remember when I started to write was how I couldn't wait to get up in the morning to get to my characters.

I was so inspired by Beverly Cleary's funny and wonderful books.

When I was young, my parents had a library in our living room. I was always free to browse and read.

I don't deal with writer's block, I don't allow myself to believe that there is such a thing. I think that there are good days and a lot more less good days.

I still have such a thing for leather jackets. I have a closet full of them, and my husband is always saying to me, 'Why do you need another jacket? You have plenty of jackets.'

My father died when I was still in college, and it was sudden, and he was my beloved parent, and you just can't imagine what you life is going to be like.

It's strange, but when it comes right down to it I never do fall apart--even when I'm sure I will.

I wanted to tell him that I will never be sorry for loving him. That in a way I still do - that maybe I always will. I'll never regret one single thing we did together because what we had was very special. Maybe if we were ten years older it would have worked out differently. Maybe. I think it's just that I'm not ready for forever.

It's not so much that I like him as a person God, but as a boy he's very handsome.

She wondered if all the firsts in her life would go by so quickly, and be forgotten just as quickly.

Do you think you can wait - because I don't want you to stop loving me. I keep remembering us and how it was. I don't want to hurt you...not ever...

Eat it or wear it

I want you to know it was no big deal...those movies showing women screaming in labor are plain bullshit....there's nothing to it...you just push and push and finally the baby pops out...to tell you the truth I don't even rember that much about it except there was a very nice guy standing over me and every time a strong contraction started he gave me a whiff of gas...

In this age of censorship, I mourn the loss of books that will never be written, I mourn the voices that will be silenced-writers' voices, teachers' voices, students' voices-and all because of fear.

Little kids are amazing. They seem able to adjust to anything.

Life is a series of unlikely events, isn't it? Hers certainly is. One unlikely event after another, adding up to a rich, complicated whole. And who knows what's still to come?

Why are we acting as if we're angry. Are we angry?

I still get angry when older people assume that everyone in my generation, screws around. They're probably the same ones who think all kids use dope. It's true that we are more open than our parents but that just means we accept sex and talk about it. It doesn't mean we are all jumping into bed together.

My insides still turn over when he looks at me that certain way.

A person without curiosity may as well be dead.

Caitlyn isn't someone to get over. She's someone to come to terms with, the way you have to come to terms with your parents, your siblings. You can't deny they ever happened. You can't deny you ever loved them, love them still, even if loving them causes you pain.