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141a2d5
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That's a little unrealistic, don't you think? So was the Final Solution, but it got pretty far, Leo points out.
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You told me this lawsuit isn't about race. But that's what started it. And it doesn't matter if you can convince the jury I'm the reincarnation of Florence Nightingale--you can't take away the fact that I am Black. The truth is, if I looked like you, this would not be happening to me.
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Jodi Picoult |
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Frankly, people don't make sense to me.' I nod in agreement. 'Frankly, people don't make sense to me either,' I say.
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Jodi Picoult |
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For the narrative to exist, so that it could be read and reread even if I was taken away. Stories outlive their writers all the time. We know plenty about Goethe and Charles Dickens from what they chose to tell, even though they have been dead for years.
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Jodi Picoult |
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284ccf8
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Please come to the dance, because you're my music.
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Jodi Picoult |
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The thing about having something hidden in your past is that you spend every minute of the future building a wall that makes the monster harder to see. You convince yourself that the wall is sturdy and thick, and one day, when you wake up and the horrible thing does not immediately jump into your mind, you give yourself the freedom to pretend that it is well and truly gone. Which only makes it that much more painful when something like this..
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We had been naive enough to believe that we were invincible; that we could run blind through the hairpin turns of life at treacherous speeds and never crash.
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Jodi Picoult |
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What would you like to be?" Nina asks. Nathaniel tosses his magical tablecloth. "A superhero," he says. "A new one." Caleb is sure they could muster up Superman on short notice. "What's wrong with the old ones?" Everything it turns out. Nathaniel doesn't like Superman because he can be felled by Kryptonite. Green Lantern's ring doesn't work on anything yellow. The Incredible Hulk is too stupid. Even Captain Marvel runs the risk of being tri..
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I remember everything Campbell," she interrupts. "If I didn't, this wouldn't be so hard."
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Jodi Picoult |
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It feels like we are sitting on the tight bench of a bus with a stranger between us, one that neither of us is willing to admit or mention, and so we find ourselves talking around him and through him and sneaking glances when the other one isn't looking.
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Jodi Picoult |
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What did he do to you?" Kyrie asks. "Flirt with another girl?" "Call you fat?" Marina suggests. "Talk about his ex?" Ondine says, and the others groan. "We've been there, sister," Marina says."
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Jodi Picoult |
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e961d62
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Following my mother's footsteps was the surest way out.
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Jodi Picoult |
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6cbfd3c
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What makes a treasure a treasure is how rare a find it is, when you need it the most.
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romance
love
romance-novel
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Jodi Picoult |
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2789502
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I look at you and I see this amazing, beautiful thing. All these books and songs are written about people looking for the love of their life and never fining it, and we've got it and it isn't worth a damn to you.
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Jodi Picoult |
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I know what loose ends can do to a soul. The sooner she knows the truth, whatever it is, the sooner she can get on with her future.
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Jodi Picoult |
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a400158
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It turns out that there's something even harder than not being able to be with the person you love when you're happy: not being able to comfort her when she's sad.
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romance
love
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Jodi Picoult |
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91e4617
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I do know that there are some things, though, that occur without a direct line of antecedents.
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Jodi Picoult |
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They look up at me and see a rich lady in maternity clothes. They don't realize I am one of them.
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looks-can-be-decieving
not-fitting-in
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Jodi Picoult |
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a47c412
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How am I suppose to think about Anna Fitzgerald when I'm wondering whether Julia has ever woken up in someone's arms and for just a moment, before the sleep cleared from her mind, thought maybe it was me?
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Jodi Picoult |
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da16dce
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A bus cuts the world in half...
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Jodi Picoult |
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the arms of his swim team sweatshirt still wrapped around the pillow on the bed - Em had said it smelled of him.
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Jodi Picoult |
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As a kid, his favorite toy had been a snow globe, that held a small town of gingerbread buildings and peppermint streets. He'd wanted so badly to live there that one day he'd smashed the glass ball - only to find out that the houses were made of plaster, the candy stripes painted on.
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Jodi Picoult |
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56a3fa7
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But memory is like plaster: peel it back and you just might find a completely different picture.
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Jodi Picoult |
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1bdaa94
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The crisis might be what sticks in my mind, but the in-between moments are the ones I would not have missed for the world.
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Jodi Picoult |
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This sort of obsessing would get him nowhere. He needed to move on, to get going, to look forward.
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love
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Jodi Picoult |
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d6fc7e7
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Cinta bukanlah suatu persamaan. Cinta bukan suatu kontrak, dan bukan suatu akhir yang bahagia. Cinta adalah papan tulis di bawah kapur tulis, tanah dari mana gedung-gedung muncul, dan oksigen dalam udara. Cinta adalah tempat aku kembali, ke mana pun aku pergi.
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Jodi Picoult |
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Marina sighs. "Love is like a tidal wave," she says. "Because it sweeps you off your feet?" I ask. "No, because it sucks you under and you drown." "But sometimes," I point out, "it's the only thing that keeps you afloat."
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Jodi Picoult |
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Since when does anyone get the option to do the easiest?
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Jodi Picoult |
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Her voice sounded like a string that was fraying.
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Jodi Picoult |
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When you love someone, there's a pattern to the way you come together. You might not even realize it, but your bodies are choreographed: a touch on the hip, a stroke of the hair. A staccato kiss, break away, a longer one. It's a routine, but not in the boring sense of the word. It's just the way you've learned to fit.
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Jodi Picoult |
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Unlike the characters in the book, however, these different sorts of people don't seem to mix well. It is like the salad dressing Jessamyn makes: a little bit of olive oil, a squeeze of lemon, and some red wine vinegar. If whipped, they combine. But leave them to their own devices and they will sort themselves out again. I don't really understand this. When you have so many people, each one inevitably fascinating, why would you limit yourse..
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Jodi Picoult |
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When I tell people this story, they assume the miracle I am referring to during that long-ago blizzard was the birth of a baby. True, that was astonishing. But that day I witnessed a greater wonder. As Christina held my hand and Ms. Mina held Mama's, there was a moment- one heartbeat, one breath- where all the differences in schooling and money and skin color evaporated like mirages in a desert. Where everyone was equal, and it was just one..
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Jodi Picoult |
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There's an elderly woman fussing with the top of the cream pitcher, trying to get it open. Her purse sits on the counter, but as I approach, she picks up the handbag and anchors it to her side, crossing her arm over the strap. "Oh, that pitcher can be tricky," I say. "Can I help?" She thanks me and smiles when I hand her back the cream. I'm sure she doesn't even realize she moved her purse when I got closer. But I did."
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Jodi Picoult |
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That's overcompensating, and that's just as bad," I say. "Your say you don't see color ... but that's all you see. You're so hyperaware of it, and trying to look like you aren't prejudiced, you can't even understand that when you say race doesn't matter all I hear is you dismissing what I've felt, what I've lived, what it's like to be put down because of the color of my skin."
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Jodi Picoult |
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I wonder if all mothers feel like this the moment they realize their daughters are growing up- as if it is impossible to believe that the laundry I once folded for her was doll-sized; as if I can still see her dancing in lazy pirouettes along the lip of the sandbox. Wasn't it yesterday that her hand was only as big as the sand dollar she found on the beach? That same hand, the one that's holding a boy's; wasn't it just holding mine, tugging..
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time-passing
growing-up
mother
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Jodi Picoult |
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1db0f99
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Marriage didnt really seem to be about love; it was about the ability to live together for a long period of time
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Jodi Picoult |
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The human capacity for burden is like bamboo - far more flexible than you'd ever believe at first glance.
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Jodi Picoult |
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What is interesting is that elephants can accurately and reliably figure out who is friend and who is foe. Compare this to us humans, who still walk down dark alleys at night, fall for Ponzi schemes, and buy lemons from used-car salesmen.
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Jodi Picoult |
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6ef3b0d
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Outside, the moon is a silver sliver. Every night, the shadow eats a slice of it, until it's nothing but this hollow rind. I feel the same way; with each day, I lose a little more of myself.
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Jodi Picoult |
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d9a1551
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Danger came in different packages, at different points in a lifetime.
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Jodi Picoult |
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a6c41c5
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Do you ever go back?" Ruthann nods, "When I need to remember where I came from, or where I'm headed."
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head-to
remember
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Jodi Picoult |
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7392885
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You don't have to say I love you to say I love you.
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words
saying-i-love-you
affection
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Jodi Picoult |
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I love feeling loved. I don't love knowing that I will always come in second place. I love the fact that at least sometimes when I am in my home, I'm not alone. I don't love the fact that it's not always. I love not having to answer to him. I don't love that he doesn't answer to me.
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Jodi Picoult |
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b4c0c2b
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There are all sorts of losses people suffer- from the small to the large. You can lose your car keys, your glasses, your virginity. You can lose your head, you can lose your heart, you can lose your mind. You can relinquish your home to move into assisted living, or have a child move overseas, or see a spouse vanish into dementia. Loss is more than just death, and grief is the gray shape-shifter of emotion.
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loss
the-storyteller
jodi-picoult
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Jodi Picoult |