I wonder why we always deny love. I remember in middle school, if you were accused of the crime of loving, you screamed denials constantly and stopped ever even looking at the boy you were accused of liking. The boys… — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“The letter, crumpled in her purse, felt as large as any Rocky Mountain.” — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“It was darker in the tower than any place Devnee had ever been. The dark had textures, some velvet, some satin. The dark shifted… — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“He shrugged and sipped his root beer. It came in a bottle. He liked holding a bottle to his lips much more than a… — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
I wrote eight full-length adult novels in my twenties. None of them were published — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“Reeve loved that Janie would make the plans. She’d make a list, he’d follow it, that would be that.” — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“The Harbor was a plain brick building, undistinguished and solid.” — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“A bag lady of indeterminate race pushed her belongings in a cart, on top of which she had balanced a broken-legged plastic chair and… — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“The best thing about college was that you could wear anything anywhere.” — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“But West, like the rest of the Trevors, was endlessly polite. It gave them protection; they could stand neatly behind their courtesy.” — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“I thought of the parable of the prodigal son. We had made merry for the beloved child's return too - but what happens when… — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“I actually thought you would be kind," said the vampire. "Go away!" screamed Devnee. He did not answer. "I didn't have to be kind,"… — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
