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Jodi Picoult Biography

Jodi Lynn Picoult (/ˈdʒoʊdi ˈpiːkoʊ/; born May 19, 1966) is an American writer. She was awarded the New England Bookseller Award for fiction in 2003. Currently approximately 14 million copies of her books are in print worldwide, translated into 34 languages.

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newborns reminded her of tiny buddhas

Baby, Buddhas, Newborns, Reminded, Tiny

This was something she would keep hidden within herself, maybe in place of the knot of pain and anger she had been carrying under her breastbone. . . a security blanket, an ace up her sleeve. She might never use it, but she would always feel its presence like a swelling secret stone, and that way when she let go of the rage, she would not feel nearly as empty.

Empty, Heartbreak, Letting Go, Pain, Under, Way

If you want to see God laugh, make a plan.

God, Laugh, Laughing, Plans, See, Want

You don't make a friend," Jacob said with a scowl. "It's not like they come with directions like you'd find on a box of macaroni and cheese.

Box, Boxes, Cheese, Directions, Jacob, Like You

Most people who offer their help do it to make themselves feel better, not us. To be honest, I don't blame them. It's superstition: If you give assistance to the family in need. . . if you throw salt over your shoulder. . . if you don't step on the cracks, then maybe you'll be immune. Maybe you'll be able to convince yourself that this could never happen to you.

Feel Better, Giving, Make, People, Shoulder, Superstition

It turns out that sharing the past with someone is different from reliving it when you’re alone. It feels less like a wound, more like a poultice.

Different, Feels, Like, Past, Reliving, Turns

I 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.

Different, Gets, Ocean, Summer, Think, Winter

Whether it was power they sought, or revenge, or love-well, those were all just different forms of hunger. The bigger the hole inside you, the more desperate you became to fill it.

Different, Forms, Hunger, Revenge

The act of writing. . . is the act of trying to understand why my opinion is what it is. And ultimately, I think that's the same experience the reader has when they pick up one of my books.

Book, Books, Thinking, Ultimately, Understand, Writing

If you focus on sandbagging the beachhead, you can ignore the tsunami that's approaching. Try it any other way and you'll go crazy.

Approaching, Crazy, Focus, Trying, Tsunami, Way

But that's what love is, isn't it? When it hurts you more to see someone suffer than it does to take the pain away?

Hurt, Love, Love Is, Pain, See

My mother. . . she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.

Beautiful, Like, Love, Mother, Mothers Day

she told me she'd be a phoenix. " The image of the mythical creature rising from the ashes glitters in my mind. "They don't really exist. " "She said that depends on whether or not there's someone who can see them.

Ashes, Image, Mind, Phoenix

What I really want to tell him is to pick up that baby of his and hold her tight, to set the moon on the edge of her crib and to hang her name up in the stars.

Baby, Edge, Father, Pick, Set, Stars

It never failed to amaze me how the most ordinary day could be catapulted into the extraordinary in the blink of an eye.

Blink, Day, Eye, Ordinary, Ordinary Days

Sometimes, when you don't ask questions, it's not because you are afraid that someone will lie to your face. It's because you're afraid they'll tell you the truth.

Face, Faces, Lie, Lying, Sometimes, Truth

The person may have a scar, but it also means they have a story

May, Mean, Person, Scar, Stories, Story

And just like that, something inside shifted very subtly, so that all the empty spaces in him suddenly disappeared, so that his breath timed to hers, so that his blood sang. This is why there was music, he realized. There were some feelings that just didn’t have words big enough to describe them.

Blood, Describe, Feelings, Like, Realized, Space

Can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?

Done, Hate, Love, Stills

When you showed someone how you felt, it was fresh and honest. When you told someone how you felt, there might be nothing behind the words but habit or expectation. Those three words were what everyone used; simple syllables couldn't contain something as rare as what I felt for Sean. I wanted him to feel what I felt when I was with him: that incredible combination of comfort, decadence, and wonder; the knowledge that, with just a single taste of him, I was addicted.

Everyone, Expectation, Expectations, Sean, Simple, Taste

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