Mary E. Pearson
I have a manuscript that I'm almost done with, but I've been saying that forever. I'm on what I think will be the second-to-last chapter. It's a story about chance and coincidence.Collection: Chance
What we think is ethical today, we may not have thought ethical five or 10 years ago. Cloning, stem cell research? However we feel about those things today, we may feel differently 10 years from now.
Fifty years in the future, I should hope we'll be on our second woman president, at least.
Teens are passionate, questioning, curious, have a bit of the idealism I still cling to, and they're making decisions for the first time that can alter the course of their lives - and sometimes, the course of the world.
Teens affect history. They affect lives; they affect our cultural growth and change, and yet, and at the same time, they are often the most vulnerable among us.
When I first began writing, and I told people what I wrote, I'd get a blank stare and sometimes a 'Huh?' They weren't sure what young adult literature was. Now everyone knows.
I am undependable. You might get gritty contemporary with one book, science fiction, magical realism, or high fantasy with another.
I've discovered I love the vast landscape a series offers. I tend to write long anyway, so, it turns out, series gives me the perfect vehicle for writing 'large' stories.
Airports and 'leg room' on planes are a form of medieval torture.
The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it.Collection: Writing
How can you be sure?" "I'm a doctor, Jenna. And a scientist." "Does that make you an authority on everything? What about a soul, Father? When you were so busy implanting all your neural chips, did you think about that? Did you snip my soul from my old body, too? Where did you put it? Show me! Where? Where in all this groundbreaking technology did you insert my soul?Collection: Father
I don't want five hundred billion neural chips. I want guts.Collection: Want
Sometimes there's not a better way. Sometimes there's only the hard way.Collection: Success
Some things aren't meant to be known. Only believed.Collection: Known
Pieces. Isn't that what all of life is anyway? Shards. Bits. Moments. Am I less because I have fewer, or do the few I have mean more?Collection: Mean
... Change doesn't happen overnight-it's molded by people who don't give upCollection: Life
What I think is all I have left. My mind is the only thing that makes me different from a fancy toaster. What we think does matter-it's all we truly have.Collection: Thinking
When you are perfect, is there anywhere else to go?Collection: Perfect
My memory is coming back. It is curious how it comes. Each day, a rush of pieces, loosely connected, unimportant bits, snake through me. They click, click, click into my brain, like links being snapped together. And then they are done. A small chain of memories that fill in one tiny part of my life. They come out of nowhere, and most are not important.Collection: Memories
The dictionary says my identity should be all about being separate or distinct, and yet it feels like it is so wrapped up in others.Collection: Identity
There are many words and definitions I have never lost. But some I am only just beginning to truly understand.Collection: Definitions
Percentages! Those are for economists, polls, and politicians. Percentages can't define your identity.Collection: Identity
I wonder at the weight of a Sparrow.Collection: Weight
Are the details of our lives who we are, or is it owning those details that makes the difference?Collection: Differences
You've always been two people. The Jenna who wants to please and the Jenna who secretly resents in. They won't break, you know. Your parents never thought you were perfect. You did.Collection: Two
Where we are going, I don't know. It doesn't seem to be the place that is important but the steps in between.Collection: Important
I decide that sometimes definitions are wrong. Even if they're written in a dictionary. Identities aren't always separate and distinct. Sometimes they ARE wrapped up with others. Sometimes, for a few minutes, maybe they can even be shared. And if I am ever fortunate enough to return to Mr. Bender's garden, I wonder if the birds will see that piece of him that is wrapped up in me.Collection: Garden
Maybe staying on the surface keeps her from returning to a place where she can't breathe.Collection: Life
It's the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections.Collection: Memories
Faith and science, I have learned, are two sides of the same coin, separated by an expanse so small, but wide enough that one side can't see the other. They don't know they are connected.Collection: Science
Father says it will come in time. “Time heals,” he says. I don’t tell him that I don’t know what time is.Collection: Father
I think that maybe forgiveness is like change - it comes in small steps. (256)Collection: Thinking
One small changed family doesn't calculate into a world that has been spinning for a billion years. But one small change makes the world spin differently in a billion ways for one family.Collection: Small Changes
On a small planet, where minute follows minute, day follows day, year follows year, where tradition marches on with a deafening, orderly beat -sometimes the order is disturbed by a dreamer, an artist, a scribbler - sometimes the beat is changed one person at a time.Collection: Artist
Maybe there was no one way to define it. Maybe there were as many shades of love as the blues of the sky.Collection: Sky
I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.Collection: White
Multiple closets for different needs. Overkill.Collection: Different
People will notice the beauty of what they usually ignore ~Collection: People
I suppose you're right about some perspectives. Just a few weeks ago, I thought you were a dickhead.Collection: Perspective
Maybe we all have a dark place inside of us, a place where dark thoughts and darker dreams live, but it doesn't have to become who we are.Collection: Dream
Pieces. A bit for someone here. A bit there. And sometimes they don't add up to anything whole. But you are so busy dancing. Delivering. You don't have time to notice. Or are afraid to notice. And then one day you have to look. And it's true. All of your pieces fill up other people's holes. But they don't fill your own.Collection: People
I still cry on waking. I'm not sure why. I feel nothing. Nothing I can name, anyway. It's like breathing - something that happens over which I have no control. (6)Collection: Breathing
We all have a dark place in us. It's what we do with it and the choice we make.Collection: Life
Things I can feel. Hard. Soft. Rough. Smooth. But the inside kind of feel, it is all the same, like foggy mush. Is that the part of me that is still asleep? (9)Collection: Kind
...and time becomes a forgotten detail.Collection: Details
Whatever you choose for your stationery is your favorite color because it's where you pour your heart out.Collection: Heart
Observing and understanding are two different things.Collection: Two
But I am more than a name. More than they tell meCollection: Names
It can take years to mold a dream. It takes only a fraction of a second for it to be shattered.Collection: Dream
Picture yourself five years from now. Where do you want to be? Remember that. Every day. That's how you'll get there.Collection: Years