Im not one of those authors who claims to hear voices in my head or let the characters speak through me, whatever… — Robin Wasserman Copy Share Image
I'm not one of those authors who claims to hear voices in my head or 'let the characters speak through me,' whatever… — Robin Wasserman Copy Share Image
They ask how the universe is arranged, philosophers, mathematicians, and they draw pretty pictures, impossibilities on the page. They save phenomena by telling one… — Robin Wasserman Copy Share Image
There are some moments you'd rather sleep through, pass from point A to point B without awareness of the time passing or the events… — Robin Wasserman Copy Share Image
“People do crazy things when they're keeping girls locked up in their shed.” — Robin Wasserman Copy Share Image
Nor did I need anyone's pity, but I would accept it with grace, because I have been well trained. Rudeness was a sign of… — Robin Wasserman Copy Share Image
“They were kids. Kids don't care about totalitarianism. For my parents, Prague is picnics on Petrin Hill and homemade knedliky . It's home. They… — Robin Wasserman Copy Share Image
“See them in their golden hour, a flood of girls high on the ecstasy of the final bell, tumbling onto the city bus, all… — Robin Wasserman Copy Share Image
'The Waking Dark' is about what happens when something awakens a town's darkest impulses and unleashes them on the world. — Robin Wasserman Copy Share Image
“They would fade away-and I would be left alone to face the people at school,and the reporters,and Adriane,and all the places where Max had… — Robin Wasserman Copy Share Image
“It's significantly more satisfying to kick a wall than it is to kick thin air. For the rebellious teen- or the teen who wants… — Robin Wasserman Copy Share Image
“See, wrong guys think they're good. Evil guys don't think at all. They're just evil. And kind of lame. So whick are you?” — Robin Wasserman Copy Share Image
I used to be an obsessive outliner - figuring that writing without an outline was like jumping off a cliff and building a parachute… — Robin Wasserman Copy Share Image
