“A song can last long after the events and people in it are dust and dreams and gone.” — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“Summertime, I think, is a collective unconscious. We all remember the notes that made up the song of the ice-cream man; we… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“Her voice was caught in the shell of my ear, as if it were the ocean.” — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“Every life has a soundtrack. There is a tune that makes me think of the summer I spent rubbing baby oil on… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I drew it over my skin like a violins bow, No one would ever hear the song of my shame. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
The problem isn’t with rock lyrics, it’s with the fabric of this society itself. — 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
