I don't talk about my books while I'm writing them: not even my husband knows what a novel's about until it's done. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I never really know what I'm going to write next until it comes to me. So we'll just have to see what… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Teenagers are a great audience and they are fearless about asking what they want to know. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I think I'm too lazy a writer to do something like historical fiction. You have to do so much research. I just… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
We both know the limits of this relationship. It's understood. And as long as we're both comfortablewith that, nobody gets hurt. It's… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
There's this other half of him I don't know of, it's like he is trying to keep it a secret... if he… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Usually when I finish the draft of a book, I'm sure I'll never write another one. I'm just that tired and sick… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I always say that teenagers are the first to know if you're pandering to them. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I'm just writing what I know. I've never been much of a reader of fantasy, and I think you write what you,… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Something had changed in me, even if I didn't know what it was just yet. All I could think was that I… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“At times, I found myself questioning his very existence, even though I knew I had, in fact, spotted him, with my own eyes.” — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
You don't have to say it out loud. I already know why you like me.' 'You do, huh?' 'Yep.' He wrapped his arms around… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
When you had to do something, you had to do it. And eventually, if you were lucky, you did it well. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I jammed my hand in my jacket pocket, bracing myself fo the next hit, and fel something. Something grainy and samll, sticking to the… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I had no illusions about love anymore. It came, it went, it left casualties or it didn't. People weren't meant to be together forever,… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“But maybe that isn't so bad. You can't love anyone that way more than once in a lifetime. It's too hard and it hurts… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
This was just one night, one chance to vary and see where it took me. The fireflies were probably already out: maybe it wasn’t… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
