“By day she studied and touched her mother’s things, and by night, she dreamed about them. The dreams gave her as fragmented… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“She wished she could swap her days for her nights, her reality for her dreams. Were you allowed to change from one… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
What happened to me by myself felt partly dreamed, partly imagined, definitely shifted and warped by my own fears and wants. But… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
It was like a dream you might have after death in which lost people came back to life, your friends loved you… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
The dreams weren’t as pleasing when they had no chance of coming true — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Her vision of the world under the water represented a beautiful stillness, a version of heaven. It was the lost city of… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“I can't wait for you forever, she found herself thinking as she lay in bed most mornings, thinking about her dreams, waiting… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“She wished she could swap her days for her nights, her reality for her dreams.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Because the truth wouldn't be comforting and wouldn't bring them closer again.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“¿Iban a sumirla en la tristeza antes de hacerla feliz? No, por favor.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“When she made her way to the big picture window that framed the dining room table she froze. She stopped breathing. The anger was… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Lena remembered herself in all the old familiar things they said. She existed in her friends; there she was. All the parts of herself… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“but it was hard to give the real world much notice when he was this close.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“You don't have time, Len. That is the most bitter and the most beautiful piece of advice I can offer. If you don't have… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Gestating characters feels something like the mental equivalent of gestating a baby. In both cases, to create them you lose yourself. Or at least… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
The weather turned. Her skin seemed to grow a million extra pores, and all of them opened to take in the warmth and tenderness… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
