Quotes from Jodi Picoult

I was a writer. A child who believed in fairy tales. Not the silly Disney ones your mother read to you, but the ones with blood and thorns, with girls who knew that love could kill you just as often as it could set you free.

There is something else about memory, something Thomas hadn't brought up. It's not a video recording. It's subjective. It's a culturally relevant account of what happened. It doesn't matter if it's accurate; it matters if it's important in some way to you. If it teaches you something you need to learn.

Firefighting is a world of Murphy's Law; it is when you can least afford a crisis that one crops up.

it was a chicken-and-egg conundrum: were they animals because they were in jail . . . or were they in jail because they were animals?

I had to learn how to be a mother before I realized how lucky I am to be a child. And

When you're different, sometimes you don't see the millions of people who accept you for what you are. All you notice is the one person who doesn't.

like yours. That's because home isn't where you are. It's who you're with.

But gender isn't simple, much as some might want it to be. The fact that it's complicated—that there's a whole spectrum of ways of being in the world—is what makes it a blessing.

Science never failed to humble him, just as much as his faith, and he unequivocally believed that the two could exist side by side.

Trixie seesawed between wishing everyone would leave her alone and wondering why everyone treated her like a leper.

She was the only one for whom the house didn't have to be cleaned, for whom she didn't have to wear her makeup, and around whom she could say anything without fear of repercussions, or of looking truly stupid.

On the second Thursday of the month, Mrs. Dombrowski brings her dead husband to our therapy group.

That's what I think love is, when your hindsight's twenty-twenty, and you still wouldn't change a thing.

When you die, you don't get to catch snowflakes on your tongue. You don't get to breathe winter in, deep in your lungs. You can't lie in bed and watch for the lights of the passing town plow. You can't suck on an icicle until your forehead hurts.

I was in the mood to make out in the back row of the movie theater with someone who did not know my first name. I wanted three guys to fight for the honor of buying me a drink

We are battered and broken, but we're all small miracles.

Babies are such blank slates. They don't come into this world with the assumptions their parents have made, or the promises their church will give, or the ability to sort people into groups they like and don't like. They don't come into this world with anything, really, except a need for comfort. And they will take it from anyone, without judging the giver.

Your father used to say that being scared just meant you had something worth coming back to Queen Maureen said And he used to tell me he was scared all the time.

Fiction comes in all shapes and sizes. Secrets, lies, stories. We all tell them. Sometimes, because we hope to entertain. Sometimes, because we need to distract. And sometimes, because we have to.

Kaip b?t? nuostabu, jei žvaigžd? nusileist? m?s? nam? kieme? Jei vien? ryt?, saulei patek?jus, j? rastume, gal?tume j? ?d?ti ? akvarium? ir naudoti kaip naktin? lempel?, o gal kaip nešiojam? turistin? žibint?..

I realize then that we never have children, we receive them. And sometimes it's not for quite as long as we would have expected or hoped. But it is still far better than never having had those children at all.

Because you can always count on a book to stay the same . Everything changes when you least expect it, she replies, bitter. Families split apart, and nothing's forever. In books, you always know what's coming next. There are no surprises.

THE TRUTH and ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

As much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memories that someone has left this world, you are still in it. And the very act of living is a tide: at first it seems to make no difference at all, and then one day you look down and see how much pain has eroded.