Life is a million different dots making one gigantic picture. And maybe the big picture is nice, maybe it's amazing, but if you're standing with your face pressed up against a bunch of black dots, it's really hard to tell. — Rebecca Stead Copy Share Image
Mom. She always says to look at the big picture. How all of the little things don't matter in the long run. . . I know that Mom is right about the big picture. But Dad is right too: Life… — Rebecca Stead Copy Share Image
“We have lunch at ten-forty-five,” Colin said. A stupidly early lunch. At our school, the older you get, the stupider your lunch period.” — Rebecca Stead Copy Share
I feel lucky that I read so many books as a kid because I know that no matter how much I appreciate a book… — Rebecca Stead Copy Share
For me one of the most important things is not feeling like you have to protect yourself if you're with a real friend. — Rebecca Stead Copy Share
I don't know. I just feel stuck, like I'm afraid to take any steps, in case they're the wrong ones. — Rebecca Stead Copy Share
She's called the secretary, but as far as I can tell she basically runs the school. — Rebecca Stead Copy Share
When you trust your readers, you're hoping they will see what you see. Not every book is for every person. — Rebecca Stead Copy Share
“It was hard to imagine him sneaking around and leaving a rose on anyone's doormat, but I guess boys will surprise you sometimes.” — Rebecca Stead Copy Share
Many of the books on my list are, in my opinion, amazing. Some I didn't like. But I give them all five stars, because… — Rebecca Stead Copy Share
“Dad is looking at the bookshelves, deep in thought, deciding which book should go where. Once, Mom came home from work and discovered that… — Rebecca Stead Copy Share
Well, it's simple to love someone," she said. "But it's hard to know when you need to say it out loud. — Rebecca Stead Copy Share
“Trying to forget really doesn't work. In fact, it's pretty much the same as remembering.” — Rebecca Stead Copy Share
If I'm afraid of someone on the street, I'll turn to him (it's always a boy) and say, "Excuse me, do you happen to… — Rebecca Stead Copy Share
