First, you hand over some basics-overwhelming joy, existential angst, a giving-in to desire, etc. And then you promise to withstand talking idly… — Julianna Baggott Copy Share Image
Our stories are what we have,” Our Good Mother says. “Our stories preserve us. we give them to one another. Our stories… — Julianna Baggott Copy Share Image
If you look at the world one way, it takes from you - it's a thief of time, energy, creative mojo. But… — Julianna Baggott Copy Share Image
Love is selfless, it is a weakness, a giving in, a constant falling. — Julianna Baggott Copy Share Image
She knows that whispers can be useful. Sometimes they contain real information. But usually they're fairy tales and lies. This is the… — Julianna Baggott Copy Share Image
Weakness, like not being able to bury the past. Weakness, like not giving up hope when you know you should. — 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
