I think whenever a writer is really enjoying themselves and liking what they are doing, that shows on the page. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Editing is hard but nowhere NEAR as tough as facing that blank page and blinking cursor each day. You're all alone and… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
All I'd wanted for so long was for someone to explain everything that had happened to me in this same way. To… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Like a blinking cursor on an empty page, it was just the first thing. The beginning of the beginning. But at least… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
An ending was an ending. No matter how many pages of sentences and paragraphs of great stories led up to it, it… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Like a word on a page that you’ve printed and read a million times, that suddenly looks strange or wrong, foreign. And… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
But it was too early to know: there were always more pages to go, more words to be written, before the story… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
She was so emotional, on the verge of tears. This was what I'd wanted to prevent with all those quick disappearances, the… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
And I felt comfort. Finally. All I'd wanted for so long was for someone to explain everything that had happened to me… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I am never happy when I finish a book. I always start feeling good, and then I get to about Page 75… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Because now, I didn't care what they thought. It wasn't new, this realization that I would never be like them. What was… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
And so, while the rest of the world went on unaware, drinking their coffee, reading the sports page, and picking up their… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
She smiled, pulling the photo a little closer, and I wondered if I should ask her, too, the question for my project,… — 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
