Patricia McCormick
Patricia McCormick
American author who was a two-time finalist for the National Book Award in 2006 and 2012 for her books Sold and Never Fall Down, respectively.
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionJournalist
Date of Birth23 May 1956
CountryUnited States of America
darker experience human pain places shine somebody
I don't want to go slumming in somebody else's pain just to write a book. I want to go into those darker places to shine a light on that experience and come out with a story that validates the human spirit.
google jokes sad thinks word
My son jokes with me that he thinks I Google the word 'sad' to come up with book ideas.
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I think young adults get a bad rap for being self-absorbed and self-centered. My experience going around the United States and speaking in schools is that teenagers here are very interested in the fate of their peers around the world.
power whatever
The power of storytelling is to free us from isolation, shame, and whatever the situation.
life believe stubborn
This affliction--hope--is so cruel and stubborn, I believe it will kill me
fog trying remember
Trying to remember, I have learned, is like trying to clutch a handful of fog. Trying to forget, like trying to hold back the monsoon.
luxury cost may
Instead, we linger over a luxury that costs nothing: Imagining what may be.
running eye strange-places
When I have run out of words to copy, I look out the window at this strange place called India. Inside the train, the people around me are snoring. I don't understand how they can close their eyes when there is so much to see.
sweet men hands
A man who doles out sweets, and slaps, with the same hand.
mind portal
Guard the portals of your mind.
baby brother light
Inside my head I carry: my baby goat, my baby brother, my ama's face, our family's future. My bundle is light. My burden is heavy.
moving night doors
Rochelle," she calls out, still looking at me. "Is there anyone down at the desk? I need something." I'm too startled to move. Is she going to tell on me, get me in trouble? Rochelle's gotten up; she's banging the toilet stall doors open one by one, checking to make sure no one's in there. When the last stall turns up empty, she gives Amanda an annoyed look. "What do you need this time of night?" Amanda smiles at me, then turns to face Rochelle. "A tampon
baby laughter eye
Ama wipes her hands on her apron, looks up at our old roof with new eyes, and lifts the baby from his basket. She twirls him in the air, her skirts flying around her ankles the way the clouds swirl around the mountain cap--her laughter fresh and strange and musical to my ears.
hate heart thinking
Long time I been on my own, but now really I'm alone. I survive the killing, the starving, all the hate of the Khmer Rouge, but I think maybe now I will die of this, of broken heart.