“ Stars are fires that burn for thousands of years. Some of them burn slow and long, like red dwarfs. Others-blue giants-burn their due so fast they shine across great distances, and are easy to see. As… Jodi Picoult
“ People have to experience things that terrify them. If they don't, how will they ever come to appreciate safety? Jodi Picoult
“ In psychoanalytical theory there is a phenomenon called transference. The therapist becomes a blank screen, onto which the patient projects some incident or feeling that began in childhood... it would… Jodi Picoult
“ I was starting to see that what looks like garbage from one angle might be art from another. Maybe it did take a crisis to get to know yourself; maybe you needed to get whacked hard by life before you… Jodi Picoult
“ Do you ever go back?Ruthann nods, When I need to remember where I came from, or where I'm headed. Jodi Picoult
“ You don't have to say I love you to say I love you," you said with a shrug. "All you have to do is say my name and I know."..."Can't you hear it?" you said. "When you love someone, you say their name… Jodi Picoult
“ Your mama finds you like that, she's going to pitch a fit. The only way she'd find out is if you told her I'd come out here with you, and then she'd be too angry at you to yell at me. Guess we're part… Jodi Picoult
“ You can fool yourself, you know. You'd think it's impossible, but it turns out it's the easiest thing of all. Jodi Picoult
“ She wanted to get at the hate of them all, to pry at it and work at it until she found a little chink, and then pull out a pebble or a stone or a brick and then a part of the wall, and, once started,… Jodi Picoult
“ I wondered about the explorers who'd sailed their ships to the end of the world. How terrified they must have been when they risked falling over the edge; how amazed to discover, instead, places they… Jodi Picoult
“ I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves wanted so badly to be. Jodi Picoult
“ I drew it over my skin like a violins bow, No one would ever hear the song of my shame. Jodi Picoult
“ During the night he'd kicked off a sock; his toes were plump as early peas; it was all she could do not to taste his caramel skin. So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone w… Jodi Picoult
