We aren't in high school. We aren't really in our families and we aren't in our houses. Those are the places we… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I'm not going anywhere without you. We're swimming to China together. And if the worst happens, I'm dying with you before I'm… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
But I know this. We're ready to move forward again in our way. Together or apart, no matter how far apart, we… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
She was supposed to be putting her life together right now, and all she could seem to do was throw grenades at… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
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
Daniel?" "Yes." "Did you ever think we were meant not to be together?" "No. We are meant to be together. We are… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
They were here all at once, but not together. Survival took self-absorption, and it made them strangers with nothing to do and… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Maybe the truth is, there's a little bit of loser in all of us. Being happy isn't having everything in your life… — 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
