Jodi Picoult
It is one of those summer days that feel like a memory welling up in your throat. — Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper. (Washington Square Press; Reprint edition February 1, 2005)
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Harry Crews
It has always seemed to me that I was not so much born into this life as I awakened to it. — Harry Crews, A Childhood: The Biography of a Place. (University of Georgia Press October 1, 1995) Originally published 1978.
Jodi Picoult
When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it’s safe inside your mouth. —Jodi Picoult, Handle With Care. (Atria Books; First Edition edition March 3, 2009)
Nick Flynn
There are many ways to drown, only the most obvious wave their arms as they’re going under. ― Nick Flynn, Another Bullshit Night in Suck City: A Memoir. (W. W. Norton; Reprint edition September 17, 2005)
Benjamin Mee
You know, sometimes all you need is twenty seconds of insane courage. Just literally twenty seconds of just embarrassing bravery. And I promise you, something great will come of it. ― Benjamin Mee, We Bought a Zoo (Weinstein Books; 1st edition, September 9, 2008)
Amanda Eyre Ward
When you are small, if you reach out, and nobody takes your hand, you stop reaching out, and reach inside, instead. — Amanda Eyre Ward, How to Be Lost. (Ballantine Books; Reprint edition August 30, 2005)
Irene Hunt
Beautiful hours move so quickly. ― Irene Hunt, Up a Road Slowly. (Berkley; 2nd ed. edition January 4, 2005) Originally published 1966,
Jodi Picoult
Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them. — Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper. (Atria April 6, 2004)
Harlan Ellison
Now begin in the middle, and later learn the beginning; the end will take care of itself. ― Harlan Ellison
Anne Lamott
And I felt like my heart had been so thoroughly and irreparably broken that there could be no real joy again, that at best there might eventually be a little contentment. Everyone wanted me to get help and rejoin life, pick up the pieces and move on, and I tried to, I wanted to, but… Continue reading Anne Lamott
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