Jodi Picoult: My Sister`s Keeper

I sometimes wonder if it is just me, or if there are other women who figure out where they are supposed to be by going nowhere.

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Normal, in our house, is like a blanket too short for a bed - sometimes it covers you just fine, and other times it leaves you cold and shaking; and worst of all, you never know which of the two it`s going to be.

Kids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult, I`ve decided, is only a slow sewing shut.

Sometimes to get what you want the most, you have to do what you want the least.

A real friend isn`t capable of feeling sorry for you.

Do you know how sometimes - when you are riding your bike and you start skidding across sand, or when you miss a step and start tumbling down the stairs - you have those long, long seconds to know that you are going to be hurt, and badly?

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Maybe who we are isn`t so much about what we do, but rather what we`re capable of when we least expect it.

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