All Jodi Picoult Quotes
- I had absolutely no trauma in my childhood. If anyone ever assumed that my books were autobiographical, they'd be sorely disappointed, because none of these… Absolutely
- I know that books I have written will still resonate in 50 years - particularly 'My Sister's Keeper.' It has sold three million copies in… Ability
- I think the 'New York Times' reviews overall tend to overlook popular fiction, whether you're a man, woman, white, black, purple or pink. I think… Belong
- I was one of the first authors to have an active website. I'm totally obsessed with technology. I'm always looking for ways to connect with… Active
- If you read a book that's fiction and you get caught in the characters and the plot, and swept away, really, by the fiction of… Away Really
- If you read the first page of one of my novels, I can guarantee that you will read the last one. This isn't just social… Commentary
- It's a fallacy that writers have to shut themselves up in their ivory towers to write. I have all these interruptions, three of which I… All
- If you want to see God laugh, make a plan. God
- Normal, in our house, is like a blanket too short for a bed--sometimes it covers you just fine, and other times it leaves you cold… All
- There are some dreams that get stuck between your teeth when you sleep, so that when you open your mouth to yawn awake they fly… Awake
- See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it Bitter
- You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not. Acceptance
- And the very act of living is a tide; at first it seems to make no difference at all, and then one day you look… Act
- Do you know how sometimes - when you are riding your bike and you start skidding across sand, or when you miss a step and… Across
- It's about a girl who is on the cusp of becoming someone.. A girl who may not know what she wants right now, and she… Becoming
- Sometimes there aren't words. The silence between us is flung wide as an ocean. But I manage to reach across it, to wrap my arms… Across
- My mother... she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her. Beautiful
- What I really want to tell him is to pick up that baby of his and hold her tight, to set the moon on the… Baby
- If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other… Death
- If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole… Death
- So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed… Beating
- When you love someone you let them take care of you. Care
- and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but… Blinding
- You are only as invincible as your smallest weakness, and those are tiny indeed - the length of a sleeping baby's eyelash, the span of… Baby
- Sometimes when you pick up your child you can feel the map of your own bones beneath your hands, or smell the scent of your… All