Julianna Baggott Quotes

I don't know when I'm writing dark. I don't know when I'm writing funny or even heartbreaking. I'm always just trying to write it true.

Basically if you burst into my office the walls themselves will flutter as if alive - maybe that's the reason for all the wings in 'Pure.

If I'd learned nothing else, it was this: If you want to be a great writer, be a man. If you can't be a man, write like one.

Don't shame the young for releasing their pent-up fear.

Writing stories is the habit of lying put to good use.

I didn't start writing so that I could more deeply know myself. I was bored of myself, my life, my childhood, my hometown. I started writing as a way to know others, to get away from myself.

My work is to know the characters intimately and to tell their story.

Beauty, you can find it here if you look hard enough.

Our stories are what we have,” Our Good Mother says. “Our stories preserve us. we give them to one another. Our stories have value. Do you understand?

Is it wrong to kill something that wants to kill you?

I'm a writer of faith. I was raised Catholic, and I have a deeply Catholic imagination.

Are there books about us or something?” This makes Pressia angry - the idea that this world is a subject of study, a story, instead of filled with real people, trying to survive.

Our love is our burden.

I believe we're brutes, but then, miraculously, there are those among us who stand up against that brutishness and remind us of the goodness we're capable of.

She glances back before stepping into the alley, and she catches her grandfather looking at her the way he does sometimes--as if she's already gone, as if he's practicing sorrow.

Love is selfless, it is a weakness, a giving in, a constant falling.

I have faith in human beings. I struggle with that faith.

Try to think of writing as a gift - more complexly put: it is the curse and the cure.

Even if their supplies of love are finite, they've figured out that life is, too, and they're no longer rationing.

...even a poisoned, desolate childhood can be missed.

If home isn't a place, what is it?''A feeling.

Our stories are what we have, ” Our Good Mother says. “Our stories preserve us. we give them to one another. Our stories have value. Do you understand?

But she's still afraid that the more she misses him--his face, his skin, the way he looked at her--and the more hope she has that she'll see him again, the more she has to lose.

Here, falling in love can be an event, a proclamation without acknowledging that everyone you love could die an awful death, that loving someone is an acceptance of impending loss.