In the custom of mourning, the fabric of the night had been ripped, revealing a star at each tiny tear.
Jodi PicoultAll any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here.
Jodi PicoultI think there are two different oceans - the one that plays with you in the summer, and the one that gets so mad in the winter.
Jodi Picoult