Quotes from Caroline B. Cooney

arms, her black African arms, with

He shrugged and sipped his root beer. It came in a bottle. He liked holding a bottle to his lips much more than a can. He was exhausted from worrying about everybody.

lactose intolerance. This was a splashy way of saying she had stomachaches when she drank milk.

Her name was Janie and she loved her shoes and she loved her doggy back home and basically she loved everything. Hannah quickly tired of this kid's happiness.

Leaving the Connecticut River March 8, 1704 Temperature 40 degrees They marched until the captives could not take another step. Eben dragged Eliza half the way and Sarah dragged her the rest. Mercy and Joseph took turns hauling Ruth. That night they slept like rocks, and in the morning Mercy understood why bears spent the whole winter sleeping. It sounded good to Mercy.

Last time she had been here, the room had been pastel, romantic and soft. Now it was icily white. It was urban, out of a slick magazine, as if some cold, successful woman lived here with two possessions and an empty refrigerator.

Everybody was outdoors. This was the walkingest place Brian had ever seen.

Her eye was caught by a pile of red hair on the seat next to her. She had forgotten about the stupid little girl. She could not remember what her plans had been. What was she supposed to do with this burden?

Every time he calls, I nag him to study." "I hear that boys don't like to be nagged." "Me too, but it's irresistible. You always want to take the boy and mold him into something better.

Stephen was shaped like a tire iron, all his bones a little too long:

She had read a million times that you could not make your boyfriend into something else, so fine—Kathleen would make herself into something else.

When in doubt, shut up.

People think they own time. They have watches and clocks and digital pulses. But they are wrong. Time owns them.

She was a mind floating in an ocean of confusion.

But I found my family. I found the right thing to do. I found the way home.

But sometimes, in tight corners, when your back is against the wall and the world is against you, you have to fight back in unexpected ways.

She had gradually changed her name. "Jane" was too dull. Last year, she'd added a "y", becoming Jayne, which had more personality.

Breakfast was only worth having when somebody else made it for you.

Stephen had just come from a class discussion in which several students believed that the right cup of herbal tea would save them from pain and sorrow. Well acquainted with pain and sorrow, Stephen did not contribute to the discussion. He merely crossed these idiots off his list of possible friends.

Guys with nice person names try to be sympathetic.

Lying on the front passenger seat, as if it didn't matter, was Rose's Diary. It Mattered.

I have no beliefs," said her mother. "Only hopes.

I'll take you to Mickey D's," said Sean. "I'll buy you a hamburger." Annie was not thrilled. Sean's offer did not compare to offers made in other centuries. "And fries," Sean said. "And a vanilla milkshake." Annie remained unthrilled. "Okay, okay. You can have a Big Mac." Romance in my century, she thought, is pitiful.

The only evil is that I don't mind that it happened.