Carmen hated the 'life is too short" rationalization. She thought it was one of the lamer excuses in the history of excuse-making.… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“She wasn’t comfortable with the term boyfriend even when she did have one, and she hated everybody knowing her private business.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I hated motorcycles. I said to my mother, 'I'll never get a motorcycle.' And she said, 'You never know what you'll want… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Marnie hated to see her spend so much of herself on someone who didn't care. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
He loved her for being so beautiful, and he hated her for it. He loved how she put shiny stuff on her… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
It was funny how the old practices always came around again. It was the rhythm of human enterprise to invent and worship… — 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
