Breanna Garrison

“Do people not accuse you of being a witch?” Isabella laughed. “Are not all women? The mistake lies with the men who think we cast spells with eye of newt and skin of toad, when all we need is our bodies and our wit.”
― Jodi Picoult, By Any Other Name

“You know,” he had confided, his gold triangle nose pointing closer to whisper, “I do not think it is actually new.” “Then where did it come from?” “It is only a theory, young mistress,” Brahe had said, “but I think it is simply a star no one bothered to notice before.” “What changed?” “Everything around it,” he had explained. “If those forces compressed it to be smaller, denser, to take up less space…well, that could only last so long before it exploded and wasn’t just visible…but impossible to ignore.” Emilia stepped into the street and tilted her chin up to the sky. How much pressure did one have to be under until an explosion occurred?”
― Jodi Picoult, By Any Other Name

“You do not have the plague,” Hunsdon said. “You are with child.”
― Jodi Picoult, By Any Other Name