“A bag lady of indeterminate race pushed her belongings in a cart, on top of which she had balanced a broken-legged plastic chair and a bag full of returnable bottles she was plucking out of garbage cans. At one garbage… — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“The letter, crumpled in her purse, felt as large as any Rocky Mountain.” — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“It was darker in the tower than any place Devnee had ever been. The dark had textures, some velvet, some satin. The dark shifted… — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“He shrugged and sipped his root beer. It came in a bottle. He liked holding a bottle to his lips much more than a… — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
I wrote eight full-length adult novels in my twenties. None of them were published — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“Reeve loved that Janie would make the plans. She’d make a list, he’d follow it, that would be that.” — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“The Harbor was a plain brick building, undistinguished and solid.” — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“A bag lady of indeterminate race pushed her belongings in a cart, on top of which she had balanced a broken-legged plastic chair and… — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“The best thing about college was that you could wear anything anywhere.” — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“But West, like the rest of the Trevors, was endlessly polite. It gave them protection; they could stand neatly behind their courtesy.” — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“I thought of the parable of the prodigal son. We had made merry for the beloved child's return too - but what happens when… — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“I actually thought you would be kind," said the vampire. "Go away!" screamed Devnee. He did not answer. "I didn't have to be kind,"… — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
But I found my family. I found the right thing to do. I found the way home. — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“When you were steadily dating a boy, as she was Reeve, and this was known to everybody, it freed you up to be friends… — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
