Quotes by Jacqueline Woodson

“But on paper, things can live forever. On paper, a butterfly never dies.”

“When there are many worldsyou can choose the oneyou walk into each day.”

“My mother has a gap betweenher two front teeth. So does Daddy Gunnar.Each child in this family has the same spaceconnecting us.”

“You're writing, you're coasting, and you're thinking, 'This is the best thing I've ever written, and it's coming so easily, and these characters are so great.' You put it aside for whatever reason,...”

“Y'all know how much I love you? "Infinity and back again," I say the way I've said it a million times. And then, daddy says to me, "go on and add a little bit more to that.”

“I know now that what is tragic isnt the moment. It is the memory.”

“This is what kindness does, Ms.Albert said. Each little thing we do goes out, like a ripple, into the world.”

“Who hasn't walked through a life of small tragedies?”

“Do you remember?' Someone's always asking andsomeone else, always does”

“Maybe this is how it happened first for everyone adults promising us their own failed future.”

“It's easier to make up storiesthan it is to write them down. When I speak, the words come pouring out of me. The storywakes up and walks all over the room. Sits in a chair, crosses one leg over the...”

“I was eleven, the idea of two identical digits in my age still new and spectacular and heartbreaking. The girls must have felt this. They must have known. Where had ten, nine, eight, and seven gone?”

“Nothing in the world is like this-a bright white page withpale blue lines. The smell of a newly sharpened pencilthe soft hush of itmoving finallyone dayinto letters.”

“Creating a novel means moving into the past, the hoped for, the imagined. It is an emotional journey, fraught at times with characters who don't always do or say what a writer wishes.”

“I knew I was lost inside the world, watching it and trying to understand why too often I felt like I was standing just beyond the frameof everything.”

“At the day's end, a writer lives alone with her story, wrestling with characters and settings, and the way light filters into and out of a scene. The deeper messages often escape her.Sometimes I ta...”

“Who hasn't walked through a life of small tragedies? 'Sister Sonja often asked me, as though to understand the depth and breadth of human suffering would be enough to pull me outside of my own.”

“I know now that what is tragic isn’t the moment. It is the memory.”

“Maybe this is how it happened first for everyone —adults promising us their own failed future.”