“Don't talk about dying? You want me to talk about love. They're one and the same, child. One and the same.” — Julianna Baggott Copy Share Image
“Here, falling in love can be an event, a proclamation without acknowledging that everyone you love could die an awful death, that… — Julianna Baggott Copy Share Image
I feel too much. It's like being drummed to death from within. You know? — Julianna Baggott Copy Share Image
“—Estás despierto, despierto de verdad. Asiente y dice: —Más o menos. —Me alegro de que hayas vuelto. —Y es verdad, no cabe… — Julianna Baggott Copy Share Image
My childhood was marked by the great fear of nuclear holocaust. We practiced our Civil Defense Drills, lining up in hallways, curled… — Julianna Baggott Copy Share Image
“She feels a great pang of loss, an unexpected welling of sorrow mixed with confusion.” — Julianna Baggott Copy Share Image
“To know someone, to be known. That matters more than he'd ever thought it would.” — Julianna Baggott Copy Share Image
She glances back before stepping into the alley, and she catches her grandfather looking at her the way he does sometimes--as if she's already… — Julianna Baggott Copy Share Image
So far, I should be calm and more specifically not like that...Anything else? Would you like to do surgery on my personality? How about… — Julianna Baggott Copy Share Image
I am deeply Catholic and always will be, but I'm no longer a member of the church. I left in 2003 because of the… — Julianna Baggott Copy Share Image
“You're a hero here.' 'I don't want to be a hero.' 'What do you want?' 'I want to be a leader.” — Julianna Baggott Copy Share Image
“When I met you, I thought we were meant for each other, even though, in some ways, seemed very different and we kept fighting.… — julianna baggott Copy Share Image
Love is a luxury. It's something that people are allowed to indulge in when they're not simply trying to survive and keep other people… — Julianna Baggott Copy Share Image
“My memories will be erased and then I'll be force-fed the story from the society pages?” — Julianna Baggott Copy Share Image
“How do you know me?" she says. He looks at her through his narrow eyes. "I was," he says. "You were what?" she asks.… — Julianna Baggott Copy Share Image
I've never thought there was anything I could hope to get by praying for it. — Julianna Baggott Copy Share Image
Try to think of writing as a gift - more complexly put: it is the curse and the cure. — Julianna Baggott Copy Share Image
