Quotes from Jodi Picoult, The Storyteller

The only monsters I have ever known were men.

If you had to pack your whole life into a suitcase-not just the practical things, like clothing, but the memories of the people you had lost and the girl you had once been-what would you take?

The person may have a scar, but it also means they have a story

be a good listener, don't judge and don't put boundaries on someone else's grief.

But that's what love is, isn't it? When it hurts you more to see someone suffer than it does to take the pain away?

Whether it was power they sought, or revenge, or love-well, those were all just different forms of hunger. The bigger the hole inside you, the more desperate you became to fill it.

My brother believed in all sorts of mythical creatures: pixies, dragons, werewolves, honest men.

But if you seek forgiveness, doesn't that automatically mean you cannot be a monster? By definition, doesn't that desperation make you human again?