If you write a story based on a real person, you're trapped by the details of the real person and his life. It gets in the way of writing your own story. — 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 positions. The dark continued to breathe. The breath of the tower lifted her clothing like the flaps of a tent, and sounded in her ears like falling snow. It's the wind coming through the double shutters,… — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share
“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 a bag full of returnable bottles she was plucking out of garbage cans. At one garbage can, she reached right between the legs of a black man who had draped himself like a corpse over the… — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share
“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," Devnee told him. "Victoria was kind for me." He laughed. "No one can be kind for you, my dear," said the vampire. "But I don't mind, of course. I have you now. There's no escape, my… — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share
