She suddenly remembered studying the brain in science class- how a steel rod pierced a man's skull, and he opened his mouth to speak Portuguese, a language he'd never studied. Maybe it would be like this, now, for Josie. Maybe her native tongue, from here on in, would be a string of lies.
Jodi PicoultLife was what happened when all the what-ifโs didnโt, when what you dreamed or hoped or โ in this case โ feared might come to pass passed by instead.
Jodi PicoultFor better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love.
Jodi Picoult