Caroline B. Cooney

“Let’s go get ice cream!” cried Janie.”

— Caroline B. Cooney

When in doubt, shut up.

— Caroline B. Cooney

“wanted is a good action book”

— Caroline B. Cooney

“I’ve had so much coffee I’m on the ceiling.”

— Caroline B. Cooney

“I stalked you. Don’t be mad.”

— Caroline B. Cooney

“And it isn’t creepy. It’s romantic.”

— Caroline B. Cooney

“Brian was only thirteen. He was asleep by one A.M.”

— Caroline B. Cooney

“You mean I can’t chain him to the bumper of my truck and drag him through the city?”

— Caroline B. Cooney

Lying on the front passenger seat, as if it didn't matter, was Rose's Diary. It Mattered.

— Caroline B. Cooney

“Michael was using a laptop computer in desktop fashion.”

— Caroline B. Cooney

“If she dreamed, she did not remember when she awoke.”

— Caroline B. Cooney

“He would have said Stephen was a sort of human tire iron;”

— Caroline B. Cooney

“By noon the next day, she had pulled off three more ATM events.”

— Caroline B. Cooney

“Janie and Jodie looked at him as if he were an out-of-date computer chip.”

— Caroline B. Cooney

She had gradually changed her name. "Jane" was too dull. Last year, she'd added a "y", becoming Jayne, which had more personality.

— Caroline B. Cooney

“When you were steadily dating a boy, as she was Reeve, and this was known to everybody, it freed you up to…

— Caroline B. Cooney

“She had read a million times that you could not make your boyfriend into something else, so fine—Kathleen would make herself into…

— Caroline B. Cooney

I approach serious subjects, and I like to have the good guys win and have the parents among the good guys

— Caroline B. Cooney

“Her father drove up and down car aisles, looking for a good slot. Who cared about a good slot? Just park the…

— Caroline B. Cooney

“And Charlotte!” said Mrs. Shields in tones of disgust. “Who even knew there was a town called Charlotte?”

— Caroline B. Cooney

“In childhood, she had had milk allergies, or so they’d thought. But either she’d never had them or had outgrown them or…

— Caroline B. Cooney

If you write a story based on a real person, you're trapped by the details of the real person and his life.…

— Caroline B. Cooney

Stephen had just come from a class discussion in which several students believed that the right cup of herbal tea would save…

— Caroline B. Cooney

“I never heard of the person on this return address. Calvin Vinesett. What a name. He’s probably selling something, like all our…

— Caroline B. Cooney

“I thought of the parable of the prodigal son. We had made merry for the beloved child's return too - but what…

— Caroline B. Cooney

I'll take you to Mickey D's," said Sean. "I'll buy you a hamburger." Annie was not thrilled. Sean's offer did not compare…

— Caroline B. Cooney

“Every time he calls, I nag him to study.” “I hear that boys don’t like to be nagged.” “Me too, but it’s…

— Caroline B. Cooney

“Her eye was caught by a pile of red hair on the seat next to her. She had forgotten about the stupid…

— Caroline B. Cooney

“You have a girlfriend?" said Brian. "You never told us." "I'm not going to tell you now either. Don't tell Mom and…

— Caroline B. Cooney

I get letters from readers who say that they have always hated reading, but somebody suggested one of my books, they actually…

— Caroline B. Cooney

I wonder why we always deny love. I remember in middle school, if you were accused of the crime of loving, you…

— Caroline B. Cooney

“A bag lady of indeterminate race pushed her belongings in a cart, on top of which she had balanced a broken-legged plastic…

— Caroline B. Cooney

“They ended up at the Old Corner Bookstore, which Brian had read about in a tour guide to Boston. "Longfellow and Hawthorne…

— Caroline B. Cooney

“It was darker in the tower than any place Devnee had ever been. The dark had textures, some velvet, some satin. The…

— Caroline B. Cooney

“The best thing about college was that you could wear anything anywhere.”

— Caroline B. Cooney

“Everybody was outdoors. This was the walkingest place Brian had ever seen.”

— Caroline B. Cooney

“She had a sense of herself being brain dead: running on tubes and machines.”

— Caroline B. Cooney

“Stephen was shaped like a tire iron, all his bones a little too long:”

— Caroline B. Cooney

I love writing and do not know why it is considered such a difficult, agonizing profession.

— Caroline B. Cooney

“I have no beliefs,” said her mother. “Only hopes.”

— Caroline B. Cooney