When I was a teen, I was never really into the captain of the football team or the student body president. The… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I really just love to read, period, whether it be books or magazines or the back of the cereal box. It's the… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
In high school, I was lucky enough to have a big group of girlfriends that have really inspired a lot of the… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I'm really happy to have the chance to talk about the editing process. It's something that I think doesn't get the weight… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I love YA, and it's been a really good fit for me. But at some point, I would like to try something… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I love writing about the summer between high school and college. It's the last gasp of really being a teen. — 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
