Sure, we were friends who exchanged soulful glances, friends who slept in a bed filled with sexual tension, friends who found any excuse to touch, but I worried that we'd never take that perilous leap of faith toward becoming a… — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
Then he continues his rant,saying, "And even if I didn't know them, I know their type." "And what type is that?" she asks,leaning foward in her chair,yearning for confirmation that he gets it,that they are like-minded in their observations of… — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
I try to have something in common with my protagonists, especially when I'm writing in the first person. — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
I think exercise is critical to my writing and an essential way to recharge. — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
“Well, anyway… it’s over,” I say, realizing that those two words lump me right in with a hoard of naive women who say it’s… — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
There are two kinds of sorry. There is the sorry imbued with regret. And a pure sorry. The kind that is merely asking for… — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
Throw in the intensity of emotions that come with that bittersweet summer sandwiched between high school graduation and the rest of your life... — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
“It occurs to me that she is not unique--that all women compare lives. We are aware of whose husband works more, who helps more… — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
“I desperately want to feel that way again. To be in a relationship that I’m not trying to script or water down. It’s about… — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
I always find something in common with my protagonist, particularly when I write in the first person. — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
I find my voice and manage to say those three one-syllable words back to him. Words I haven't uttered in a very, very long… — Emily Giffin Copy Share Image
