I couldn’t remember the last time I had stayed up into the squeaky hours of the night because I couldn’t put a… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Many times I have learned that, you never judge a book by its cover. Like people, it is the inside that counts. — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I feel the same way all the time!” — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Some people are born with the first word of a language resting on their tongue though it may take some time before… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“I mean, without the antagonist, there would be no story! It’d be like: ‘Once upon a time there was a girl who… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
I wonder if everyone who faces death hurts like this. It's as though for the first time I realize how much just… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Well do I remember the first night we met, how you questioned my opinion that first impressions are perfect. You were right… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
I couldn't see what was real until time had washed away everything else. — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“...Age gave her the peace, at least, to live inside that moment like a poet - to not sacrifice the beauty to… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“You, uh, caught me there at an unladylike moment. Mrs. Wattlesbrook would probably box my ears." "That's why I spoke. I wanted… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Hey, times are tough, and thirty gold coins can do a lot of good. But I guess you wouldn't know about needing… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“Good morning! The sun is up! Wake up! Time to eat," said the birds. "Good morning," Ashlynn said back. There was a… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“Well, write me into the list of Those Who Don’t Mind a Bit,” said Cupid, eyeing his perfectly toned arms and chest. “My, but… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Enna leaned back her head and laughed at the sky. 'Of course he wasn't! Who could kill Razo? — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“Um… I guess that’s that,” said Cerise. “That?” said Maddie. “That is never that. This is that. Or else that is this. And this… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
The book smelled dusty and old but also carried a sweet tang, a hint of something inviting. She opened to the first page and… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Geric," she called. He turned back around. "What kind of flowers were they?" "I don't rightly know," he said. He made faltering gestures with… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
How I keep trying to force our story into a fairy tale, but from the beginning, it's been more like a nursery rhyme." "Bizarre… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“He wildly combed his hair with his fingers. “I can’t bear to be out there with you right now, all those indifferent people watching… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
But, how do you know if an ending is truly good for the characters unless you've traveled with them through every page? — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Even the jerks earn some of our affection. We can be glad they're gone and yet still mourn the good parts. — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
