Lying on the front passenger seat, as if it didn't matter, was Rose's Diary. It Mattered. — Caroline B. Cooney Diaries Copy Share Image
But I found my family. I found the right thing to do. I found the way home. — Caroline B. Cooney Family Copy Share Image
Actually my first eight books were historical novels, but they were never published — Caroline B. Cooney Books Copy Share Image
I wrote eight full-length adult novels in my twenties. None of them were published — Caroline B. Cooney Books Copy Share Image
“At the church, Brian took charge of Frank, handling him as well as any medic, keeping the extra parents of the bride… — Caroline B. Cooney Parenting Copy Share Image
“We don’t know what to do about Eve. She hasn’t called and isn’t here.” Janie could not worry about Eve, who would… — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
But sometimes, in tight corners, when your back is against the wall and the world is against you, you have to fight… — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“You had to assume that his body would grow to match, in which case Stephen would become a man of splendid proportions.” — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“Barbies are warm and tan and always the same, thought Janie, but real people are not always the same.” — Caroline B. Cooney Doll Copy Share Image
I love all of it, thinking up the plots, getting to know the kids in the story, their parents, backyards, pizza toppings. — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“She had read a million times that you could not make your boyfriend into something else, so fine—Kathleen would make herself into… — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
She had gradually changed her name. "Jane" was too dull. Last year, she'd added a "y", becoming Jayne, which had more personality. — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
I'll take you to Mickey D's," said Sean. "I'll buy you a hamburger." Annie was not thrilled. Sean's offer did not compare… — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“I actually thought you would be kind," said the vampire. "Go away!" screamed Devnee. He did not answer. "I didn't have to… — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“Last time she had been here, the room had been pastel, romantic and soft. Now it was icily white. It was urban,… — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“She stared at the dark shimmer of glass that faced the street. The Clares never pulled curtains. They were comftorable with the… — Caroline B. Cooney Dark Copy Share Image
in Los Angeles ... was the thinking-est crowd on earth: how to get ahead, how to mold a better body, how to… — Caroline B. Cooney Body Copy Share Image
I love writing and do not know why it is considered such a difficult, agonizing profession. I love all of it, thinking… — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“I have this terrible fear of fractions," Christina told him. ... "Miss Schuyler thinks she can conquer it. Also a fear of… — Caroline B. Cooney Fear Copy Share Image
My favorite book is always the one I'm working on at the moment — Caroline B. Cooney Book Copy Share Image
“The letter, crumpled in her purse, felt as large as any Rocky Mountain.” — Caroline B. Cooney Rocky mountain Copy Share Image
“He got out in a middle-aged kind of way, locked the car, and ambled along.” — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
Breakfast was only worth having when somebody else made it for you. — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“The Harbor was a plain brick building, undistinguished and solid.” — Caroline B. Cooney River Copy Share Image
“All his life Reeve had reacted to good news and bad by wanting to throw things.” — Caroline B. Cooney Good news Copy Share Image
“If only she had never stolen Sarah-Charlotte’s milk. None of this would have happened.” — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“He pressed the icy glass against his cheek, literally trying to chill out.” — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
I decided to write short stories because they got rejected quicker. — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“Sometimes Reeve couldn’t stand women. They were so practical.” — Caroline B. Cooney Reeve Copy Share Image
“When you were steadily dating a boy, as she was Reeve, and this was known to everybody, it freed you up to… — Caroline B. Cooney Friendship Copy Share Image
If you write a story based on a real person, you're trapped by the details of the real person and his life.… — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
“In childhood, she had had milk allergies, or so they’d thought. But either she’d never had them or had outgrown them or… — Caroline B. Cooney Childhood Copy Share Image
“And Charlotte!” said Mrs. Shields in tones of disgust. “Who even knew there was a town called Charlotte?” — Caroline B. Cooney Copy Share Image
