There are moments in your life when the big pieces slide and shift. Sometimes the big changes dong happen gradually but all… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
At the worst possible moment, the most painful, darkest moment when you can't take it anymore and you are afraid, that is… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
There are going to be moments of deep, deep doubts, and you have to have faith that your initial idea was good… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
There was a moment in between, a moment flung free in the midst of the transition, when he made contact. That was… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
If you didn't have a choice, you had to make a choice. If you didn't have options, you made some. You couldn't… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Looking back, it was the thing in his life that shamed him the most: the times he was purposefully, calculatingly mean to… — 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
