My grandmother told me that her father used to ask her a riddle: What must you break apart in order to bring… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I wonder if you've got a minute." I have many minutes, all of them used toward a common purpose. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
You know, Michael, I used to sit around looking for a way to make sense of what happened, like there was some… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
My teacher in first grade said that long ago people used to believe all kinds of things, because they didn't know any… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I'm always writing, even when I'm not at my desk. I write on my hands. I used to write on my kids'… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
What I want, more than anything, is to turn back time a little. To become the kid I used to be, who… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I used to believe everything my brother told me, because he was older and I figured he knew more about the world.… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
When you showed someone how you felt, it was fresh and honest. When you told someone how you felt, there might be… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I used to think I'd be just like them when I grew up, but I am not. And the thing is, somewhere… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I used to pretend that I was just passing through this family on my way to my real one. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
My dad used to say that living with regrets was like driving a car that only moved in reverse. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
My mother used to tell me that when push comes to shove, you always know who to turn to. That being a… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
it was possible to grow up in an instant, that you could look down and see the line in the sand dividing… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
She wondered if this was true of every parent: if, prior to having children, they all used to be someone else. — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
I started writing when I had three kids under the age of 4. I used to write every ten minutes I got… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
My chest feels full of glitter and helium, the way it used to when I was little and riding my father's shoulders… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Bad is not an absolute, but a relative term. Ask the robber who used the cash he stole to feed his infant;… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
When you don't fit in, you become superhuman. You can feel everyone else's eyes on you, stuck like Velcro. You can hear… — 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
