If what you're asking is how I debated whether or not to love her the answer is I didn't. Not at all.… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I don't talk about my books while I'm writing them: not even my husband knows what a novel's about until it's done. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
And trying to break it down this way, to minor and major offenses, maybes and what-ifs, was like arguing over the origin… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
The only thing I can't stand more than seeing something done wrong is seeing it done slowly. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I am the middle sister. The one in between. Not oldest, not youngest, not boldest, not nicest. I am the shade of… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Like a blinking cursor on an empty page, it was just the first thing. The beginning of the beginning. But at least… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Best Friends. And I thought of what she had done all the millions of times I cried to her, collapsing at even… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I hoped this was true. Even if it wasn‟t, all I could do was hand over what I could, with the hope… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Suddenly, I was just sure he was going to kiss me. He was there, I could feel his breath, the ground solid… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Once I’m done with a book, I’m done! I’m just not a sequel kind of girl. By the time I’ve finished a… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Some people, they can't just move on, you know, mourn and cry and be done with it. Or at least seem to… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I think my biggest problem, though, at least in drafts, is not repeating myself. After eight books I get worried that a… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“At times, I found myself questioning his very existence, even though I knew I had, in fact, spotted him, with my own eyes.” — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
You don't have to say it out loud. I already know why you like me.' 'You do, huh?' 'Yep.' He wrapped his arms around… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
When you had to do something, you had to do it. And eventually, if you were lucky, you did it well. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I jammed my hand in my jacket pocket, bracing myself fo the next hit, and fel something. Something grainy and samll, sticking to the… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I had no illusions about love anymore. It came, it went, it left casualties or it didn't. People weren't meant to be together forever,… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“But maybe that isn't so bad. You can't love anyone that way more than once in a lifetime. It's too hard and it hurts… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
This was just one night, one chance to vary and see where it took me. The fireflies were probably already out: maybe it wasn’t… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
