By definition, love made you better than good enough; it redefined perfection to include your traits, instead of excluding them.
Jodi PicoultThe optimist in me wants to believe sexuality will eventually become like handwriting: thereโs no right way and wrong way to do it. Weโre all just wired differently. It's also worth noting that when you meet someone, you never bother to ask if heโs right or left-handed. After all: does it really matter to anyone other than the person holding the pen?
Jodi PicoultYes, she is." He looks at me, his face carved in pain. "She is dying, Sara. She will die, either tonight or tomorrow or maybe a year from now if we're really lucky. You heard what Dr. Chance said. Arsenic's not a cure. It just postpones what's coming." My eyes fill up with tears. "But I love her," I say, because that is reason enough.
Jodi Picoult