I write adult fiction, but a good 40 to 50 per cent of my readers are teenagers. I love that if they… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“A child who suffers from PTSD has made unsuccessful attempts to get help, and as the victimization continues, he stops asking for… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“At seventeen, the smallest crises took on tremendous proportions; someone else's thoughts could take root in the loam of your own mind;… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
At 17, the smallest crises took on tremendous proportions; someone else's thoughts could take root in the loam of your own mind;… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
Being a teenager isn't all that different from being part of someone else's story. There's always someone who thinks they know better… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
All teenagers knew this was true. The process of growing up was nothing more than figuring out what doors hadn't yet been… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“Adults, light-years away from this, rolled their eyes and smirked and said, "this too shall pass" - as if adolescence was a… — 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
