Quotes from Ann Brashares

What a history they had together, not together.

It was hard keeping the love and hate separate in their family.

When it came to your own family, it was hard to remember how weird they were.

That was her life's challenge. Not to shy away from the pain. Not to deny it, but rather to take it on. Give it a voice if it needed one. Accept that it had a right to be.

I love you. I love him...I think you would love each other. But that math has failed me before.

A person had to live with his lies. That was what they cost.

Mattie felt sympathy and judgement growing together. They didn't cancel each other out.

Relief was a poor guide if ever there was one.

He could barely look at her, but he couldn't look anywhere else.

I don't have the life of a famous person. But I do feel like I've been able to connect with a lot of people.

All my life, everybody has seen me a certain way. What do you see?

He just wanted to look at her and know her life was marching along under the same arch of time and space as he is.

She was supposed to be putting her life together right now, and all she could seem to do was throw grenades at it.

Age is not so much a feature of your character, as the spot where you stand for a pretty fleeting time on the arc of your life.

As a writer, you live in such isolation. It's hard to imagine your book has a life beyond you.

I think pants have unique qualities, especially in a woman's life. Whatever bodily insecurities we have, we seem to take out on our pants.

She was astonished, and at the same time she knew. There were many things in life like that. You couldn't imagine it, and then it happened and you couldn't really imagine it hadn't.

Every life I start with her, my original sin. I know myself through her.

She liked the life she had. She loved habits. She craved a day with nothing in it, a long, quiet stretch of hours in the studio.

Today is the tomorrow we worried about yesterday.

Developing characters is a strange thing. In the beginning they are abstract and I wonder how to move on from there.

I knew her hair and her coloring and her shapes would be different next time, but the way she wore her body would keep on.

I did love her. I've loved her from the first time I saw her.

For some reason our lives were marked by summers. . . . Summer was the time when our lives joined completely, when we all had our birthdays, when really important things happened