Quotes from Julianna Baggott

I'm a woman, but I've been a sexist, too.

If I'd learned nothing else, it was this: If you want to be a great writer, be a man. If you can't be a man, write like one.

What does it mean to be Catholic and not a Catholic? I feel adrift, homeless. My Catholic imagination allows me to see the soul as a lit breath, seeking the divine. It persists.

And I know I'm supposed to feel guilty for wanting people to buy my books... and books in general? Novels and poetry, they belong to the realm of art. How dirty of us to try to hawk art! But, after a decade of hand-wringing and apologies, I can't quite muster the guilt anymore.

The ugliness is what makes the beautiful things beautiful.

Así es cómo funciona el olvido: eliminando el pasado y no hablando nunca de él.

Don't talk about dying? You want me to talk about love. They're one and the same, child. One and the same.

Sometimes you meet someone and you know that your life will be different from then on.

For the first time in as long as he can remember, El Capitan is proud of his brother. Damn it, Helmud! Shit! You've been planning to kill me!

People know the difference between good and evil in their hearts—if they search them. Religions twist good and evil. Their differences are the kind that need to be taught because they aren't natural.

When I met you, I thought we were meant for each other, even though, in some ways, seemed very different and we kept fighting. But now ... What? Now I think we're meant for each other, but we are doing to each other, to become the people we become. You know what I mean.

Maybe they just didn't have anywhere they needed to go.

even a poisoned, desolate childhood can be missed.

Here, falling in love can be an event, a proclamation without acknowledging that everyone you love could die an awful death, that loving someone is an acceptance of impending loss.

Our stories are what we are. Our stories preserve us. We give them to one another. Our stories have value

It was the brightest entry into darkness.

Part of the post-apocalyptic, dystopian trend is that it seems to go hand in hand with young adult novels. Maybe that's because it's not simply the adults who are aware of the current crisis. Teens are the ones who are being told, again and again, that their futures are in jeopardy. The teen years can feel dystopian even in the best of times. But I don't think we realize how much pressure and feeling of doom we're passing down to our teens.

First, you hand over some basics--overwhelming joy, existential angst, a giving-in to desire, etc. And then you promise to withstand talking idly about the weather, to encourage cliché, to uphold the virtues of average. You hand over the need to be understood and, in return, you get a bar of Normal soap. And you can wash in it and be daily reborn to a safe world of modest, enduring love or, at least, mild, well-mannered bonding.

Siente él lo mismo que ella, un torbellino persistente que le aporrea el corazón? Con todo lo que ha perdido, lo único que sabe ahora es que a él no puede perderlo...en la vida.

The sky is a bruise, only a storm will heal it.

I've never thought there was anything I could hope to get by praying for it.

I always doubt people... I've survived by not believing in other human beings.

You're a hero here.' 'I don't want to be a hero.' 'What do you want?' 'I want to be a leader.

She doesn't want his sympathy. She hates pity.