Each memory is like a paper flower stowed up a magician's sleeve: invisible one moment and then so substantial and florid the… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
What is the point of trying to put down on paper emotions that are too complex, too huge, too overwhelming to be… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I don't believe in writer's block. Think about it - when you were blocked in college and had to write a paper,… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Maybe if you spend your life pretending you're on a movie set, you don't ever have to admit that the walls are… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Sometimes knowing what's right isn't a rational decision, or even what works on paper. Sometimes leaving is the best course of action… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Asking me to describe my son is like asking me to hold the ocean in a paper cup — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I smiled at him as best I could and pushed the paper across the table before he could change his mind. Because… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“Let me guess," Eric says, "You never meant for it to happen." "Hell, yes, I did. I've wanted her since you two started dating."… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“It’s the difference between dancing along the eggshell crust of acquaintance and diving into the messy center of a relationship.” — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Because hate's just the flip side of love. Like heads and tails on a dime. If you don't know what it feels like to… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Some women are meant to change the world, while others are meant to hold it together. And then there are those of us who… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I love feeling loved. I don't love knowing that I will always come in second place. I love the fact that at least sometimes… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
But there is a different between mending someone who's broken and finding someone who makes you complete. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“sometimes words are not big enough to contain all the feelings you are trying to pour into them. My” — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
The night is falling down around us. Meteors rain like fireworks, quick rips in the seam of the dark... Every second, another streak of… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“When she had packed all the artifacts that made up their personal history into liquor store boxes, the house became strictly a feminine place.… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
