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
awards lawyer notorious
Lawyers were notorious for finding cases in the most unlikely places, especially ones with huge potential damagers awards.
moving heart feet
I wondered why the head could move so swiftly while the heart dragged its feet.
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.
memories balance
When it comes to memories, the good and the bad never balance.
forgotten complacent communicate
So much of marriage was implicit and nonverbal. Had I gotten so complacent I'd forgotten to communicate?
small-acts growth violence
The cost of growth is always a small act of violence.
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.
land evil healthy
What was wrong with me? I had a decent life. I was healthy. I wasn't starving or maimed by a land mine or orphaned. Yet somehow, it wasn't enough. I had a hole in me, and everything I took for granted slipped through it like sand. I felt like I had swallowed yeast, like whatever evil was festering inside me had doubled in size.
disappointment mistake believe
It was one thing to make a mistake; it was another thing to keep making it. I knew what happened when you let yourself get close to someone, when you started to believe they loved you: you'd be disappointed. Depend on someone, and you might as well admit you're going to be crushed, because when you really needed them, they wouldn't be there. Either that, or you'd confide in them and you added to their problems. All you ever really had was yourself, and that sort of sucked if you were less than reliable.
strong rain eye
Once upon a time there were two sisters. One of them was really, really strong, and one of them wasn't.' You looked at me. 'Your turn.' I rolled my eyes. 'The strong sister went outside into the rain and realized the reason she was strong was because she was made out of iron, but it was raining and she rusted. The end.' No, because the sister who wasn't strong went outside into the rain when it was raining, and hugged her really tight until the sun came out again.
good-friend cost
I truly believed that the cost of success for us shouldn't be the cost of failure for a good friend.
kissing first-kiss lasts
I could not remember my first kiss, but I could have told you Charlotte would be my last.
memories might different
Memory is like plaster: peel it back and you just might find a completely different picture.
way sometimes eavesdropping
I shouldn't have eavesdropped, but sometimes, that's the only way to find out the truth.