“I screamed. You told me not to.” He rubs at the soot on one hand with his thumb, then stares at it. “The dirt,” he says, his voice strangely peaceful. “What about it?” she asks. “It’s dirty.” — 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
