Quotes from Carol Lynch Williams

I write because I love how I feel to have written.

I'm old with living. So much older than almost thirteen.

Time has this way of slowing down and speeding up,depending on how it feels.

An accident you're in? It marks you on the outside, maybe. Scars your face or your skin-breaks bones,crushes skulls,leaves the body changed. An accident witnessed? You're different on the inside. Maybe there's no cut someone else can see, bu there're always injuries on the inside. Those take a long time to heal.

Hope, Lizzie says my name over and over and over again. Hope! And, oh, I stand there. Oh, my heart. I stand there, still.

I've become a kissing addict. I think that's it. The buzzy feeling. Burning lips. The foggy eyes. Maybe i could kiss every good-looking guy here at school. Maybe even the good-looking male teachers. The thought warms me and troubles me at the same time.

Together we climbed on the Peace City bus and road back towards my house. My almost normal feeling was gone. I was miles from ordinary now. Miles.

I'd never seen so many books. Never. The sight made my eyes water. I mean, tear right up.

Shut the eff up,' Aaron said. Only he said the REAL swear, the REAL word.

I'm my mother's first child, born when she was almost fourteen years old. "Think of it," I said to Laura when I turned twelve. "I'm almost Mother Sarah's age when she was married." Laura looked at me, her squinty eyes even more narrowed. "You could have your own old man as a husband," she said. "Shut up," I had said. And she had laughed.

Do you believe in Jesus? Jesse looks at me so brown-eyed it hurts.He nods."I do," he says. I sit up. "I think you look like him.

And I believe him. For the first moment since the Prophet has made his announcement, I feel like maybe, maybe, I have a chance. (44)

Hands grab pull want ask demand. "If you loved me. If you loved me.

No means so. Even if, at first, you thought you meant yes. Even if, at first, it was your fault. Even if, at first, you made yourself available.

He looks me right in the eye, and all of a sudden I want to kiss him. [...] I almost take a step forward, there's that kind of draw. It's almost spiritual. Does he feel it too? He looks at me like he does.