It is a truth universally acknowledged that a thirty-something woman in possession of a satisfying career and fabulous hairdo must be in… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
I'm a terrible prince. I should put my kingdom first and everything else second, but your first. I want you by my… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
He smiled in a way that made me want to kiss him right on the spot. Or the lips. Whichever was closer. — 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
How could you miss it? Just the sound of her voice makes my chest feel tight, my face gets hot and my… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Wait, I want more green. I hope I did not imply I only wanted your colors. We can't turn a cold shoulder… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
My friends call me by my name." "You don't have any friends." "I don't want you to be my friend, Selia, or… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
I’ve always believed that as an author, I do 50% of the work of storytelling, and the reader does the other 50%.… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
I let my head fall back, and I gazed into the Eternal Blue Sky. It was morning. Some of the sky was… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Saying my story makes me want to change it, make it sound pretty the way I do with the stories I tell… — 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
