I'm incredibly flattered when people tell me that my books helped them through high school. Because of my own experience, the thought… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
All of my stories, they don't come from my high school experience, but they're definitely based on things that happened to me… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
When I was in high school, I was always really envious of those girls who seemed to have everything: the perfect hair,… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
On the whole, I think I spent a lot of high school just trying to stay under the radar: I don't think… — 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 hated high school. I was not the greatest student, participated in no activities, and spent most of my time hanging out… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I was actually pretty miserable in high school. I couldn't wait for it to be over. And when it finally was, I… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
In the summer, the days were long, stretching into each other. Out of school, everything was on pause and yet happening at… — 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
I've changed in my sympathies since I've become a mother myself. In high school I went through a period where I was… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
It was like when you're a little kid and you run into your teacher or librarian at the grocery store or Wal-mart… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
You're not supposed to have it all figured out in high school. If you knew it all, and it was the best,… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Lissa lowered her voice and added, "I might not even go to school anyway. I might defer and join the Peace Corps… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“School was my solace, and studying let me escape, allowing me to live a thousand vicarious lives.” — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
It's funny how two people can grow up in the same town, go to the same school, have the same friends, and… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
In school, writing was the only thing that really came naturally to me, but it wasn't until college that I realized that… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I'm sorry," I heard him say again. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a sudden blur of movement… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
“Earlier in the summer, I'd found the syllabi to a couple of the courses I was taking at Defriese in the fall,… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I wasn't very happy in high school: it was a confusing and sort of sad time for me. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I was actually kind of a hot mess in high school. I did a lot of things in high school I'm not… — 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
