It was always easier for me to show love than to say it. The word reminded me of pralines: small, precious, almost unbearable sweet. I would light up in his presence; I felt like a sun in the constellation of his embrace. But trying to put what I felt for him into words diminished it somehow, like pinning a butterfly under glass, or videotaping a comet.
Jodi PicoultThe world just feels different for those of us who come alive after dark. It's more fragile and unreal, a replica of the one everyone else inhabits.
Jodi PicoultAs Lacy waited for her turn to speak on Peter's behalf, she thought back to the first time she realized she could hate her own child.
Jodi PicoultSince it had gotten so quiet in the room that you could hear the sound of your own doubts.
Jodi PicoultI adore the way he looks at me sometimes, as if love is a quantity he cannot measure scientifically, because it multiplies too quickly.
Jodi Picoult