“So quit asking everybody else questions, unless you’re ready to answer some questions yourself.” — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“I have a class in Hermosa Beach that starts at eight, but …” I wanted to offer to pick up her car,… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“I have loved and been loved, thoroughly and deeply by good and decent people who believed in me. Who let me dare… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Words are like people, I think. Put too many of them too close together and they cause trouble.” — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“We sit in silence, all the unanswered and unasked questions thicker than the wall of glass between us.” — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“We are all rotting, making our way from womb to tomb, to the rhythm of the great clock counting downward to the… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Testimony to her belief that life could be managed if things were only kept in their proper places.” — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“My head was spinning. I felt like I’d been drifting, lost at sea all my life, and now that I’d found dry… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Is she worth all that pain?” he asked me, smiling. “Definitely,” I said, still reeling from the events of the day. “But… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Those who have witnessed executions say there is no sound worse than the weeping of mother watching her son being put to… — carolee dean Copy Share Image
“This is what love is. Not the moments on the beach, or under the stars or the trees, or in the moonlight.… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Stop jacking with me, Dad. All I ever wanted was the truth.” “That’s the problem. People think if they can add up… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“I used to think that words and music could change the world, but look at the people who have made it. You… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“It brings back a long-forgotten memory of Christmas, the year I turned six. I was supposed to be in bed, but I… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Where we goin’?” Wade whispers to me as we approach the white picket fence that surrounds the row of wooden crosses. For… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“As soon as I left one town, I was in another, each one a totally different world, as if an invisible box… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“I stand to leave, but my father says, “Wait!” over the red telephone. “Let me just look at you a minute.” He… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“I won’t offer you a tired admonition to avoid my path. I won’t advise you to stay on the straight and narrow.… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Are you a virgin?” I asked, “A virgin who’s gonna tear out my heart?” “Yes … no … wait.” She looked at… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Who cares about my voice? There are more important things going on in the world. I want to make a difference. I’m… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“What happened?” “I tried to be somebody different from who I am and it didn’t work out.” “The world ain’t set up… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“To my son Dylan. I’ve written this book for you. It’s a guide for how not to live your life. I’m sending… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“I was taking a nap in the theater one day while I ditched English, when I looked up and saw Jess on… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“It is hard to believe that a place this small can hold so much hate, and I have the terrible feeling I’ve… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“I was holding her and she was holding me. Couldn’t see we both were going down. When holding on is the only… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“When I get to the part about Jess kissing me on the Fourth of July and taking me to her beach house,I… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Hey, aren’t you that guy who fixes cars?” Katie asked, looking at my grease-covered work pants as if she couldn’t believe I… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“listening to Pastor Bob talk about mercy and redemption, I am filled with hope. Not the kind of expectation that comes from… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“I got words in me, Jess, fighting to find a way out. Sometimes there's so many words and they get so crowded… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Want me to drive?” Wade asks. “I won’t take any detours.” I slam on the brakes and come to a dead stop… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Did you know that seventy-five to eighty percent of juvenile offenders can’t read at grade level?” “Really?” This was news to me.… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“This is the house where they found Jack dead. This is the room of the house where they found Jack dead. This… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
