“You don't mean it," he said mournfully. Not at all, she thought. "Yes, I do," she said.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Tibby was shaking her head. "What?" Bailey asked. "Nothing. Just that you suprise me every day," Tibby said. Bailey smiled at her.… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
She loved her mother and depended on her mother, and yet every single word her mother said annoyed her. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I told him, though, that he better be good to you. When you came along, I said I'd share you, but I… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
They needed to grieve alone was what Tibby's dad said. Lena wondered if really there was any choice in that. Everyone grieved… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I want to go where you're going. I'm not scared of dying. I want to stay together and come back together. You… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I told him, though, that he better be good to you. When you came along, I said I'd share you, but I… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
He took her in his arms right away. "I'm so sorry," he murmured in her ear. He rocked her, saying it over… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I hated motorcycles. I said to my mother, 'I'll never get a motorcycle.' And she said, 'You never know what you'll want… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
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
It was a blessing and also a curse of handwritten letters that unlike email you couldn’t obsessively reread what you’d written after… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Riley was quiet for a minute. She gathered her blanket all around her. "Paul always loved you, Alice. He knows I know… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
People said things they didn't mean all the time. Everybody else in the world seemed able to factor it in. But not… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Because the truth wouldn't be comforting and wouldn't bring them closer again.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share
“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
“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
“but it was hard to give the real world much notice when he was this close.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share
“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
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
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
“No matter how it felt to be near him, she had to keep her swollen heart in check.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share
Maybe happiness was just a matter of the little upticks- the traffic signal that said "Walk" the second you go there- and downticks- the… — Ann Brashares Copy Share
