Love is not an equation, it is not a contract, and it is not a happy ending. Love is the slate under the chalk, the ground that buildings rise, and the oxygen in the air. It is the place you come back to, no matter where your headed
Jodi PicoultParents arenโt the people you come from. Theyโre the people you want to be, when you grow up.
Jodi PicoultYou would wind up as a cat, I told her. They don't need anyone else. I need you, she replied. Well, I said. Maybe I'll come back as catnip.
Jodi PicoultYour problem is that you have been too honest for too long. Once you start doing it, lying is simpler than breathing.
Jodi Picoult