But there it is: Everyone is alone, for life, and maybe that's not such a bad thing. — Julianna Baggott Copy Share Image
Writers are socially observant. We find people endlessly fascinating, and real life is mysterious. Sometimes it's hard to stop staring at the… — Julianna Baggott Copy Share Image
“I miss art. I miss art. Life would be worth living if I had art.” — Julianna Baggott Copy Share Image
Sometimes you meet someone and you know that your life will be different from then on. — Julianna Baggott Copy Share Image
Writing is my obsession, my passion. My relationship with it is one of the most complex and agonizing and richly vexing that… — Julianna Baggott Copy Share Image
“Even if their supplies of love are finite, they've figured out that life is, too, and they're no longer rationing.” — 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
