Pieces and parts were always easier to process. The full picture, the entire story, was another thing entirely. But you just never… — 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
I find that the more I depend on real life, the less interesting the story is. It's much more common for me… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
So maybe it wasn't the fairy tale. But those stories weren't real anyway. Mine were. — 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
See," he began, leaning back into the booth, "I was at this car dealership today, and I saw this girl. It was… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
The true story...is the realization that no time in your life is ever perfect, that even the best memories have cracks you… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
It wasn't until Kiffney-Brown, when I met Jason Talbot, that I really thought I might actually have one of those boyfriend kind… — 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
An ending was an ending. No matter how many pages of sentences and paragraphs of great stories led up to it, it… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
It was like those songs I'd heard as a child, each so familiar, and all mine. When i got older and realized… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
But it was too early to know: there were always more pages to go, more words to be written, before the story… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
There was no way to take the story back, folding it neatly into the place I'd kept it all this time. No… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
The worst part was that I had things I wanted to tell my mother, too many to count, but none of them… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
All we had was her room, her stories, and the quiet that settled in as we tried in vain to spread ourselves… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Despite my dad's assurances I was strangely nervous my stomach tight ever since we'd hung up. Maybe Deb had picked up on… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
So many versions of just one memory, and yet none of them were right or wrong. Instead, they were all pieces. Only… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Everything, in the end, comes down to timing. One second, one minute, one hour, could make all the difference. So much hanging… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Whether it was a song, a person, or a story, there was a lot you couldn’t know from just an excerpt, a… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
There was no short answer to this; like so much else, it was a long story. But what really makes any story… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
In my group of friends, I was always the one who remembered everything. The stories, the boys my friends and I dated,… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
But those words were only the middle of the story. There was a beginning here, too. — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
I wondered which was harder, in the end. The act of telling, or who you told it to. Or maybe if, when… — 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
