Larger Than Life

by Jodi Picoult

When the matriarch is gone, so is the herd’s collective memory.

She had not gotten the chance to live her life the way she wanted, and so she was apparently going to live mine.

What we could not see clearly, we didn’t have to pretend to understand.

if a rule is flimsy enough to be broken, perhaps it was meant to be.”

I think about the moon, which is always in the sky, but only comes to life when she is wrapped in the arms of the night.

You’re a fixer, Grant mused. You’re also a colossal pain in the ass. The thing is, it’s the pains in the ass that change the world.