Jodi Picoult
Jodi Picoult
Jodi Lynn Picoultis an American author. She was awarded the New England Bookseller Award for fiction in 2003. Picoult currently has approximately 14 million copies of her books in print worldwide...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth19 May 1966
CountryUnited States of America
summer ocean winter
I think there are two different oceans - the one that plays with you in the summer, and the one that gets so mad in the winter.
small-acts growth violence
The cost of growth is always a small act of violence.
lying rescue greater-good
There were lies we told to save ourselves, and then there were lies we told to rescue others. What counted more, the mistruth, or the greater good?
forgotten complacent communicate
So much of marriage was implicit and nonverbal. Had I gotten so complacent I'd forgotten to communicate?
memories balance
When it comes to memories, the good and the bad never balance.
children when-you-love-someone energy
When you love someone - when you create a child with him - you don't just suddenly lose that bond. Like any other energy, it can't be destroyed, just channeled into something else.
moving heart feet
I wondered why the head could move so swiftly while the heart dragged its feet.
awards lawyer notorious
Lawyers were notorious for finding cases in the most unlikely places, especially ones with huge potential damagers awards.
sky glimpse moments
It felt like I'd been living underground, and for a moment, I'd been given this glimpse of the sky. Once you've seen that, how can you go back where you came from?
mom mother kids
Sometimes, mothers say and do things that seem like they don't want their kids... but when you look more closely, you realize that they're doing those kids a favor. They're just trying to give them a better life.
daughter mother way
Maybe mothers - consciously or subconsciously - repelled their daughters in different ways.
hurt heart dark
I felt a splinter of guilt wedge into my heart. Charlotte had hurt me; in return, I'd hurt Rob. Maybe that's what we do to the people we love: take shots in the dark and realize too late we've wounded the people we're trying to protect.
silly believe thinking
Maybe I was naïve to think that silence was implicit complacence, instead of a festering question. Maybe I was silly to believe that friends owed each other anything.
wall house bleeding
Houses are cellular walls; they keep our problems from bleeding into everyone else's.