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
He'd pushed her. He'd scared her. He'd besieged her. He'd vowed he wouldn't, and he did. — 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
I mean putting yourself out there in the way of overwhelming happiness and knowing you're also putting yourself in the way of… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Tibby cried into her soup when it finally came. "I'm scared... ," she told it. The carrots and peas made no reply,… — 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
