[Jules] slides into a seat beside me with her hot lunch tray, sighing. โFour hours, thirty-six minutes, and twelve seconds till weโre out of purgatory for the weekend.โ โMaybe later,โ I murmur, still distracted by the dayโs previous events. โSo, let me show you how a conversation works. I say something, and then you say something back that actually relates to what I was talking about, as if you were even the least bit interested.โ โHuh?โ I say.
Jodi PicoultI started writing when I had three kids under the age of 4. I used to write every ten minutes I got to sit in front of a computer. Now, when I have more time, I function the same way: if it's writing time, I write.
Jodi PicoultReligion was supposed to be a blanket drawn up to your chin to keep you warm, a promise that when it came to the end, you wouldn't die alone - but it could just as easily leave you shivering out in the cold, if WHAT you believed became more important than the fact THAT you believed.
Jodi PicoultEveryone has a story; everyone hides his past as a means of self-preservation. Some just do it better, and more thoroughly, than others.
Jodi Picoult