Her vision of the world under the water represented a beautiful stillness, a version of heaven. It was the lost city of… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
There are two kinds of people in this world. The kind who divide the world into two kinds of people and those… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Maybe it didn’t matter if you were a world-famous heartthrob or a painful geek. Maybe it didn’t matter if you friend was… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Knowing where she was in the world, even if he never touched her, gave him a deep satisfaction, and he half despised… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Marnie loved her better and more honestly than anyone else in the world, with the possible exception of her mother, who loved… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“You get older and you learn there is one sentence, just four words long, and if you can say it to yourself… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
How sad it was, Carmen thought, that you acted awful when you were desperately sad and hurt and wanted to be loved.… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
He wanted to take his love back from her so badly. The old techniques didn’t work anymore. In fact, they’d never worked.… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
People said things they didn't mean all the time. Everybody else in the world seemed able to factor it in. But not… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I love the idea of fictional worlds kind of all cohering in some way. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
To write a story, I think you really have to open yourself up to the world. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
If you didn't have a choice, you had to make a choice. If you didn't have options, you made some. You couldn't… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
It’s more that I’m afraid of time. And not having enough of it. Time to figure out who I’m supposed to be…… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
She couldn’t hide from everyone for the rest of her life… Well she could. That was the direction things were going. But… — 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
