Quotes from Jodi Picoult

Even though I don't write about things that come from my life because I'm lucky, and I live in a great place with great kids and, you know, a great husband, I think you can find threads of me in the characters, so that's really what being a writer is, probably.

Any time you put on the mouthpiece of somebody that you're not, there's a professional responsibility to get it right. I did a great deal of research in both of those arenas.

I'd much rather pretend I'm somewhere else, and any time I open the pages of a book, that happens.

Logical thinking keeps you from wasting time worrying, or hoping. It prevents disappointment. Imagination, on the other hand, only gets you hyped up over things that will never realistically happen.

Just so you know, when they say "Once upon a time" . . . they're lying

I think that's probably the most devastating thing - when someone who is larger than life winds up a shadow of themselves in a hospital bed.

Inside each of us is a monster; inside each of us is a saint. The real question is which one we nurture the most, which one will smite the other.

I will say overwhelmingly what means so much more to me than the opinion of one reviewer are the letters I get from fans who tell me how a particular book has changed their life.

Life was what happened when all the what-if's didn't, when what you dreamed or hoped or – in this case – feared might come to pass passed by instead.

If his voice hasn't been the melody of my life, it's been the bass line, so subtle you don't notice it until it's missing.

If there's something as good as [him] in my life, I'm going to pay for it.

We have been naive enough to believe that we were invincible; that we could run blind through the hairpin turns of life at treacherous speeds and never crash.

i know what it's like to wake up thinking you will be able to cast the people who play the starring roles in your life, only to realize that you have to watch it from the audience.

What being home-schooled has taught me, more than anything, is what a waste of a life high school is.

What's the difference between spending your life trying to be invisible, or pretending to be the person you think everyone wants you to be? Either way, you're faking.

How do you walk into someone's life again after twenty-eight years? How do you pick up, when you were too young to know where you left off.

I don't know what I was thinking, coming out here. There are no silver bullets in life, there's just the long, messy climb out of the pit you've dug youself.

These days her entire life was about making people believe she was someone she wasn't anymore.

There were some people who hit your life so hard, they left a stain on your future.

and yet, you never knew wwhat you were capable of until you arrived at that given moment. Life was just a whole string of spots where you continued to surprise yourself.

When she wanted to escape her life, she read books

I think that when you live in a world with limits... when you've met everyone and seem everything you're going to see - you lose the hope that something extraordinary will happen in your life

I've been an idiot to think that real life could have a happy ending

There was, really, nothing you could use as a blueprint for your life, except your past. There was no starting over. There was only picking up the pieces someone had left behind.