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
love-is thinking someone-you-love
The scariest thing in the world is thinking someone you love is going to die.
reading home house
The act of reading is a partnership. The author builds a house, but the reader makes it a home.
apology defense built
An apology with a defense built in isn't much of an apology
writing mean different
The weapons an author has at her disposal are flawed. There are words that feel shapeless and overused. Love, for example. I could write the word love a thousand times and it would mean a thousand different things to different readers.
forgiving matter doe
It does'nt matter who forgives you, if you're the one who can't forget.
beautiful interesting
She's not classically beautiful, but somehow that only makes her more interesting.
ifs describing knows
If you've lived through it, you already know there are no words that will ever come close to describing it, and if you didn't - you will never understand.
communication faces facts
I don't know what it is about death that makes it so hard. I suppose it's the one-sided communication; the fact that we never get to ask our loved one if she suffered, if she is happy wherever she is now...if she is somewhere. It's the question mark that comes with death that we can't face, not the period.
powerful believe odds
I don't believe in God. But sitting there, in a room full of those who feel otherwise, I realize that I do believe in people. In their strength to help each other, and to thrive in spite of the odds, I believe that the extraordinary trumps the ordinary, any day. I believe that having something to hope for -- even if it's just a better tomorrow -- is the most powerful drug on this planet.
kissing waiting forever
I have loved before, but it didn’t feel like this. I have kissed before, but it didn’t burn me alive. Maybe it lasts a minute, and maybe it’s an hour. All I know is that kiss, and how soft her skin is when it brushes against mine, and that, even if I did not know it until now, I have been waiting for this person forever.
way matter sometimes
Sometimes, all it takes to become human again is someone who can see you that way, no matter how you present on the surface.
suffering fiction
That's why we read fiction, isn't it? To remind us that whatever we suffer, we're not the only ones?
drama silly order
[There's a] point where you have to leave the dough alone. It's silly to anthropomorphize bread, but I love the fact that it needs to sit quietly, to retreat from touch and noise and drama, in order to evolve. I have to admit, I often feel that way myself.
father fire heaven
When I was little I bragged about my firefighting father: my father would go to heaven, because if he went to hell he would put out all the fires.