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
pay ifs
If there's something as good as [him] in my life, I'm going to pay for it.
first-love love-is care
When you care more if someone else lives than you do about yourself- is that what [love is]?
wonderful awareness remarkable
It is a remarkable question- Do all the wonderful things happen when we are not aware of them?
falling-in-love children grief
There are all sorts of experiences we can't really put a name to...The birth of a child, for one. Or the death of a parent. Falling in love. Words are like nets--we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, grief, or wonder. Finding God is like that, too. If it's happened to you, you know what it feels like. But try to describe it to someone else--and language only takes you so far.
want reason human-condition
There is a reason the word belonging has a synonym for want at its center; it is the human condition.
tongue forget tattooed
After all, how many of us had tried to forget something traumatic...only to find it printed on the back of our eyelids, tattooed on our tongues?
people lost drifting
If you were drifting with a thousand other people, could you really still say you were lost?
mirrors looks pieces
The joke's on them. One little hypodermic wont' be enough. Split a piece of wood, and they'll find me. Lift up a stone, and they'll find me. Look in the mirror, and they'll find me...If you really want to know what makes someone a killer, ask yourself what would make you do it.
running animal rocks
And sometimes, he was less lucid. He'd run around his cell like a caged animal; he'd rock back and forth; he'd swing from topic to topic as if it was the only way to cross the jungle of his thoughts.
mistake eye men
That the sum of a man's life was not where he wound up but in the details that brought him there. That we made mistakes. I closed my eyes, sick of the riddles, and to my surprise all I could see were dandelions-as if they had been painted on the fields of my imagination, a hundred thousand suns. And I remembered something else that makes us human: faith, the only weapon in our arsenal to battle doubt.
reality miracle teens
Like the teens I worked with, I understood the need for miracles--they kept reality from paralyzing you
memories years two
I have only known her for two years. But if you took every memory, every moment, if you stretched them end to end-they'd reach forever.
mother baby thinking
When you're pregnant, you can think of nothing but having your own body to yourself again; yet after giving birth you realize that the biggest part of you is now somehow external, subject to all sorts of dangers and disappearance, so you spend the rest of your life trying to figure out how to keep her close enough for comfort. That's the strange thing about being a mother: Until you have a baby, you don't even realize how much you were missing one.
broken waiting wheels
do you fix a wheel that isn't broken, or do you wait until the cart collapses?