She was sad about what happened to Kostos. And someplace under that, she was sad that people like Bee and Kostos, who… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
She got under the covers and put her arms around the bag. She could smell Tibby. It used to be she couldn't… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
A part of her wanted to tell him she still loved him, and that even though this love was hopeless and long… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Someday when you're twenty, maybe, I'll see you again. You'll be this hot soccer star at some great school, with a million… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I killed her once and died for her many times and I still have nothing to show for it. I always search… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
She was still waiting for him to come back to her, even though he wasn't going to. She was still holding out… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
You thought you had the choice to stay still or move forward, but your didn't. As long as your heart kept pumping… — 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
