Quotes from Caroline B. Cooney

It's been one nightmare after another, Christina thought. Pretty soon I won't be able to keep track of them all.

If I were a seagull I wouldn't have to stick around If people argued- I would fly off, swerve, wheel, dip, scream. a thousand wings of company if I have friends two strong wings of my own If I don't

How terrifying empty beds were. The neatness of the sheets and blankets was like the neatness of a mowed and trimmed graveyard.

I thought of the parable of the prodigal son. We had made merry for the beloved child's return too - but what happens when the beloved child doesn't say she's sorry? The parable doesn't talk about that. Jesus figures of course you're sorry. Jesus, I thought, you blew it. Not everybody is sorry.

I guess even really annoying people can be right sometimes.

Her laughter began low and quiet then rose in pitch and flickered all over the room, like blood splatter.

Michael was using a laptop computer in desktop fashion.

The only good things about his eighteenth year were the things he hadn't done: He hadn't murdered anybody or sold drugs.

Turnpikes at night were like girl talk: not interesting.

It's such a good meal tonight. Lemon chicken, carrot-raisin salad, orzo, broccoli, a nice dinner roll, and chocolate pudding.

Crush. It's a word for something temporary. Something that weights you down and makes it hard to breathe. I don't have a crush on you now, I thought. I just plain love you. Good old reliable love.

The best thing about college was that you could wear anything anywhere.

The Connecticut River March 2, 1704 Temperature 10 degrees The Indians, it seemed, had paused here on their journey south from Canada to go hunting before the battle. Under the snow were stored the carcasses of twenty moose. Twenty! Eben had to count them himself before he could believe it, and even then, he could not believe it. Eben was no hunter. If he'd gotten one moose, it would have been pure luck.

And it isn't creepy. It's romantic.

Let's go get ice cream!" cried Janie.

In childhood, she had had milk allergies, or so they'd thought. But either she'd never had them or had outgrown them or ice cream transcended all problems.

I never heard of the person on this return address. Calvin Vinesett. What a name. He's probably selling something, like all our other mail is. The expensive envelope is a sales trick.

The Connecticut River March 2, 1704 Temperature 10 degrees One of the Sheldon boys had frozen his toes. His Indian came over to look but shook his head. There was nothing to be done. Ebenezer Sheldon could limp to Canada or give up. "Guess I'll limp," said Ebenezer, grinning.

And Ruth was the last person to whom a sensible Indian would hand a weapon.

Rents were high, according to the ads in real estate agents' windows, but not killer high.

I stalked you. Don't be mad.

When you were steadily dating a boy, as she was Reeve, and this was known to everybody, it freed you up to be friends with boys.

She had spent the summer forgetting to be English--and Tannhahorens had spent the summer forgetting the same thing.

If it had been a fairy tale, and one twin had said, Mirror, Mirror on the Wall, Who Is the Fairest of Them All? the mirror could have made no answer. For two qualified.