“This is how the time moves - an hour here, a day somewhere, and then it's night and then it's morning. A… — Jacqueline Woodson Copy Share Image
My mother was a single mom whose days were spent as a customer service rep at Con Edison in downtown Brooklyn. — Jacqueline Woodson Copy Share Image
I remember my mother would get upset with me 'cause she said I walked like my dad. But I think it was… — Jacqueline Woodson Copy Share Image
Don't trust women, my mother said to me. Even the ugly ones will take what you thought was yours. — Jacqueline Woodson Copy Share Image
“Thing about white people," Jeremiah's father tells him, "they know what everybody else is, but they don't know they're white" - "Maybe… — Jacqueline Woodson Copy Share Image
The strength of my mother is something I didn't pay attention to for so long. Here she was, this single mom, who… — Jacqueline Woodson Copy Share Image
“I would never trust her. Not one hundred percent. Not the way some people can trust their mothers.” — Jacqueline Woodson Copy Share Image
A lot of times, when people send me books to read - new writers mostly - I find that the book is still in… — Jacqueline Woodson Copy Share Image
I think, even though homophobia still exists, there is much more of a dialogue and a taboo around being homophobic. — Jacqueline Woodson Copy Share Image
I still love Carson McCullers and Raymond Carver and Toni Morrison and James Baldwin. — Jacqueline Woodson Copy Share Image
I'm usually working on several things at once. If I get bored with one, I can go on to another. That way, I never… — Jacqueline Woodson Copy Share Image
You have those walls up all around you...Come a day you gonna want to tear them down brick by brick and gonna find that… — Jacqueline Woodson Copy Share Image
“That's all anybody is-themselves. People all the time wanting to change that.” — Jacqueline Woodson Copy Share Image
Who are you without your girls? I truly believe that. Who are you without the people who help you make sense of the misogyny,… — Jacqueline Woodson Copy Share Image
“And freedom? Oh, freedom. Well that's just some people talking. Your prison is walking through this world all alone.” — Jacqueline Woodson Copy Share Image
I've learned about marrying poetry and prose and making both accessible. — Jacqueline Woodson Copy Share Image
You're a part of me...You're in my heart. Forever and always, all right? —D — Jacqueline Woodson Copy Share Image
I wouldn't mind the early autumn if you came home today I'd tell you how much I miss you and know I'd be okay.… — Jacqueline Woodson Copy Share Image
