Maybe happiness was just a matter of the little upticks- the traffic signal that said "Walk" the second you go there- and… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
But I know this. We're ready to move forward again in our way. Together or apart, no matter how far apart, we… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Developing characters is a strange thing. In the beginning they are abstract and I wonder how to move on from there. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
You thought you had the choice to stay still or move forward, but your didn't. As long as your heart kept pumping… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
The rules took a while to sort out. Lena and Carmen wanted to focus on friendship-type rules, stuff about keeping in touch… — 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
