Quotes from Caroline B. Cooney

My French family will put up a terrible fuss," said Sarah anxiously. "Pierre might even summon his fellow officers and do something violent." Eben grinned. "Not if I have Huron warriors behind me.

I've had so much coffee I'm on the ceiling.

The letter, crumpled in her purse, felt as large as any Rocky Mountain.

Deerfield, Massachusetts February 29, 1704 Temperature 0 degrees They crossed field after field, the Indians constantly demanding more speed. Mercy did not know why the Indians were in such a hurry. They had killed anybody who could chase them.

Deerfield, Massachusetts February 29, 1704 Temperature 0 degrees Eben's moccasins were lined with thick black fur. His boots were abandoned at the edge of the trail. Eben thought of Deerfield men getting this far in pursuit and finding a hundred pairs of shoes.

Deerfield, Massachusetts February 29, 1704 Temperature 0 degrees In a dark and twisted grove of spruce, a place Eben would have avoided in summer at high noon, the Indians stopped for the night. If he had ever seen a place where an evil spirit would dwell, this was it.

Her father drove up and down car aisles, looking for a good slot. Who cared about a good slot? Just park the car already!

He would have said Stephen was a sort of human tire iron;

Michael sat down next to her. She was too startled to be polite. "Michael! What are you doing here? Where did you come from?

He got out in a middle-aged kind of way, locked the car, and ambled along.

The Harbor was a plain brick building, undistinguished and solid.

Jared never prayed, because the idea of a loving God seemed out of sync with the facts of the world.

It's an old picture," said Stephen. "She's in her thirties now. I don't think she's pretty anymore.

Michael took pictures of everybody. "We'll want to remember this," he told Janie.

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 do the best she could.

Brendan wanted to chain the guy to the bumper of a truck and drive down the thruway for a hundred miles.

At the church, Brian took charge of Frank, handling him as well as any medic, keeping the extra parents of the bride happy.

In the 1950s, heaven was a good place to stash people you weren't going to worry about anymore.

She and Reeve texted all the time, and she followed his Facebook page.

You mean I can't chain him to the bumper of my truck and drag him through the city?

Mercy had never liked thinking about Eliza marrying an Indian. But what was her own future now? Would she, would Sarah, would Ruth, end up marrying an Indian? The image of Ruth Catlin agreeing to obey an Indian as her lawfully wedded husband made Mercy laugh.

He'd rehearsed in his mind the greeting he would give, the posture he would have, the extent to which he would let the kids hanging around see what was happening between them.

Fall in love with me, Gary! She thought. Please. Please sit here holding me and think there's nowhere on earth I'd rather be than here, and no girl I'd rather have in my lap than Beth Rose Chapman!

Girls wanted girls to have boyfriends, but they also wanted to tease, find any raw nerves that might be exposed, and expose them more.