We aren't in high school. We aren't really in our families and we aren't in our houses. Those are the places we… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Parents were the only ones obligated to love you; from the rest of the world you had to earn it. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“They were more like the grown-up dog whose family loved it but had to move to an apartment in Korea (is it… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“When it came to your own family, it was hard to remember how weird they were.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Together or apart, no matter how far apart, we live in one another. We go on together.” — 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 growing again. It grew up into her throat, where she could taste it, coppery like blood, in the back of her mouth. It grew down into her stomach, where it knotted her intestines. It made her… — Ann Brashares Copy Share
“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
