As a writer, you live in such isolation. It's hard to imagine your book has a life beyond you.
Ann BrasharesShe couldn’t hide from everyone for the rest of her life… Well she could. That was the direction things were going. But she knew from long-ago experience that when you were uncertain and if you were courageous enough to let her in a real friend could do a world of good.
Ann BrasharesSex could be a blissful communion,. But it could also be a weapon, and its absence, sometimes, was required for the establishment of peace.
Ann BrasharesShe'd cried over a broken heart before. She knew what that felt like, and it didn't feel like this. Her heart felt not so much broken as just ... empty. It felt like she was an outline empty in the middle. The outline cried senselessly for the absent middle. The past cried for the present that was nothing.
Ann Brashares