“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“Let me love you, girl who came from the sea. Let us swim to the bottom of the ocean where we can be anything… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“A man's beliefs are his destiny. As soon as my father believed his life was over, it was.” — 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 grave.” — 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 I don’t… — 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 see their… — 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 me. “I’m… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“Blood never forgets. It has a memory of an ancient path toward home.” — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“I hear my father's voice faintly, over the telephone, answering for me in a soft drawl. "He's my son." He reaches out his hand,… — 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 was up… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“How badly i needed to see what was in my head o the page. even if i could barely read it.” — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
“It was then that i understood what i had to do. i had to find a way to warn you. They have built a… — Carolee Dean Copy Share Image
