Jodi Picoult is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of twenty-eight novels, including Wish You Were Here, Small Great Things, Leaving Time, and My Sister’s Keeper, and, with daughter Samantha van Leer, two young adult novels, Between the Lines and Off the Page. Picoult lives in New Hampshire.
MAD HONEY, her new novel co-authored with Jennifer Finney Boylan, is available in hardcover, ebook, and audio on October 4, 2022.
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“On my license, it says I'm an organ donor, but the truth is I'd consider being an organ martyr. I'm sure I'm worth a lot more dead than alive - the sum of the parts equal more than the whole. I wonder who might wind up walking around with my liver, my lungs, even my eyeballs. I wonder what poor asshole would get stuck with whatever it is in me that passes for a heart.”
“[...] Wondering why white people named girl babies things like Hope and Faith and Patience - names they could never live up to - and black mothers called their daughters Mercy, Deliverance, Salvation - crosses they'd always have to bear.”
“If you choose to go looking for something, you'd better be ready for whatever it is you find. Because it may not be what you've been expecting.”
“Clearly God was in some kind of mood on my birthday.”
“I realized it was like looking into the sun—you shouldn't do it, because you'd turn your face away and be blind to everything else.”
“Maybe knowing where you belong is not equal to knowing who you are.”
“Until I understood why you didn't cry, even though it hurt: there are kinds of pain you couldn't speak out loud.”
“I cannot admit this out loud. In the first place, we are expected to be supermoms these days, instead of admitting that we have flaws. It is tempting to believe that all mothers wake up feeling fresh every morning, never raise their voices, only cook with organic food, and are equally at ease with the CEO and the PTA.”
“Prisiminimai nėra kapitalas, kurį turi visą gyvenimą.Tai - tam tikra atminties kiekybė,sukaupiama,sužadinama ir išstumiama į sąmonę.”
“Em dezanove minutos podemos cortar a relva do jardim, pintar o cabelo, assistir a um terço de um jogo de hóquei. Em dezanove minutos podemos fazer scones ou arranjar um dente no dentista; podemos dobrar a roupa de uma família de cinco pessoas...Em dezanove minutos podemos parar o mundo, ou podemos simplesmente saltar para fora dele. Em dezanove minutos podemos vingar-nos.”
“We Pisces, we're a special breed.”
“Only the liar knows he's lying”
“Only the liar knows if he's lying”
“Where you come from does matter -- but not nearly as much as where you are headed.”
“The scenery you see when you're driving in a car is completely different from the scenery you'd see if you walked the same stretch of road. In the car you might see splashes of color; by foot, you'd realize they are butterflies.”
“I'm a daughter from a strong man and beautiful mommy, and I'm so proud to be I am.”
“I may not have a degree, but I certainly got an education.”
“It just goes to show you: you can put nine insane miles between you and another person. You can make a vow to never speak his name. You can surgically remove someone from your life. And still, he'll haunt you.”
“It's a good life lesson, whether or. it you ever work with wolves, Edward.No matter what you do for someone- no matter if you feed him a bottle as a baby or curl up with him at night to keep him warm or go him food so he's not hungry- make one wrong move at the wrong moment, and you could become someone unrecognizable.”
“There's no way to convince her that just because you put half. planet between you and someone else, you can't drive that person out of your thoughts. Believe me. I've tried.”
“Turn around, and the people you thought you knew might change. Your little boy might now live half a world away. Your beautiful daughter might be sneaking out at night. Your ex-husband might by dying by degrees. This is the reason that dancers learn, early on, how to spot while doing pirouettes: we all want to be able to find the place where we started.”
“She was forced to consider the startling fact that the love of her life might not actually be someone with whom she could spend a lifetime.”
“There was a fine line between love and hate you heard that cliche all the time. But no one told you that the moment you crossed it would be the one you least expected. You'd fall in love and crack open a secret door to let your soul mate in. You just never expected such closeness one day to feel like an intrusion.”
“I imagined what it would be like to hold a butterfly in your hands something bejeweled and treasured and to know that despite your devotion it was dying by degrees.”
“It was a hairline crack, one might never have noticed, except for the fact it grew wider and wider, until there was a canyon between them. A child's job, ostensibly, was to grow up. So why, when it happened, did a parent feel so disappointed?”
“Some people, they get down in a hole so deep they can't figure out what to hold on to.”
“People move too fast and talk too much, and before you know it, they come back to a place they don't want to be - except now they know there's nowhere left to run.”
“...as it turned out, growing up was just as she'd feared. One day when your alarm clock rang, you got up and realized you had someone else's thoughts in your head... or may be just your old ones, minus the hope.”
“What she couldn't put into word was what had happened in between to change her from one person into the other”
“Because the more you changed, the less of you there was.”
“She pictured how it would feel to trust your instincts in a strange land, to know the difference between where you had been and where you were going.”
“If she was getting anywhere on this journey, it was still the wrong way.”
“May be it took realizing that you could die to keep you from wanting to do it.”
“If, even after you make what everyone considers to be the biggest mistake of your life, you stop thinking it's a mistake and may be see it as the best thing that ever could have happened.”
“It was possible, Trixie supposed, that everyone had two faces: Some of us did a better job of hiding it than others.”
“May be you had to come close to losing something before you could remember its value.”
“How could you pick, knowing that you'd have to go home and live with the choice you made?”
“We all want to know what went wrong, even when there isn't really an answer to that question.”
“Until then she hadn't considered that there was a trade off, that she might not fit anymore in places where she'd been comfortable.”
“The problem with marriage - or may be its strength - was that it spanned a distance, and you were never the same person you started out being. If you were lucky, you could still recognize each other years later.”
“Who would have imagine that the sound your life made as it disintegrated was total silence?”
“How many times would I throw this away before I realized it was what I had been looking for all along?”
“You can be happy for someone else's good fortune but that doesn't mean you forget your own bad luck.”
“We all have things that come back to haunt us. Some of us just see them more clearly than others.”
“A world that was crowded with people could still be a very lonely place.”
“I close my eyes, rub my thumb against the bridge of my nose to ward off the headache. Well, Rome wasn't built in a day.”
“Children are supposed to go to school, play on swing sets, skin their knees.”
“You could only save someone that wanted to be saved; otherwise, you'd be dragged down for the count, too.”
“How does someone go from thinking that if he cannot rescue, he must destroy? And do you blame him, or do you blame the folks who should have told him otherwise?”
“You can argue that it's a different world now than the one when Matthew Shepard was killed, but there is a subtle difference between tolerance and acceptance. It's the distance between moving into the cul-de-sac and having your next door neighbor trust you to keep an eye on her preschool daughter for a few minutes while she runs out to the post office. It's the chasm between being invited to a colleague's wedding with your same-sex partner and being able to slow-dance without the other guests whispering.”