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Don't ask me any questions right now. I'm grumpy and I'll probablly make fun of you. -Effie Kaligaris

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Ann Brashares
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: July 30
Film Writer
Novelist
Writer
City of Alexandria
Virginia
Grumpy
Questions
Fun
Asks
Right
Make
Effie

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He took her hand and they started walking toward the baggage claim. They didn't say anything to each other. They swung their held hands like little kids, like they believed anything could happen, like they might take off soaring into the air. All the things you wanted to happen could happen. Why not?
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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.
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Developing characters is a strange thing. In the beginning they are abstract and I wonder how to move on from there.
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How is it that a person could be so relieved and so disappointed, both at the same time.
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I look back on my 20s. It's supposed to be the prime of your life, the most vital, the most beautiful. But you're making your critical decisions and sometimes your most critical mistakes.
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She glared at him, feeling the old frustration. Sometimes in his presence she felt the deepest connection to him, and other times she felt completely alone-as though any bond to him was her own bitter imagination.
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There was a moment in between, a moment flung free in the midst of the transition, when he made contact. That was the moment she would dwell on.
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The dreams weren’t as pleasing when they had no chance of coming true
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Hey, he said. It's someday. He said the last word in Greek.
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Tibby's wish would be to hold on to the idea of love even in the face of darkest doubt. Because that was the way in which she failed. Not once, but again and again.
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Ruins stood for what was lost, and yet there were beautiful-peaceful, historic, intellectual. Not tragic or regrettable. Lena tried to keep hers that way too, and she succeeded to some extent. Why not celebrate what you had rather than spend your time mourning its passing? There could be joy in things that ended.
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As a writer, you live in such isolation. It's hard to imagine your book has a life beyond you.
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You should find him because he loves you.
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you remember what is lost, and you forget what's right in front of you.
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My household is, in a nice way, very busy.
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The weather turned. Her skin seemed to grow a million extra pores, and all of them opened to take in the warmth and tenderness of the air. The sun on her face made her want to cry. Into all those millions of open pores came the sunshine, and other feelings as well. In and out. She was porous.
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Once Paul told her that the beach was like him because it changed every day but it never made any progress. Later she remembered thinking that a normal person might have begun by saying that he was like the beach.
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We forgive and forget. At least I forgive and he forgets.
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When you feel someone else's pain and joy as powerfully as if it were your own, then you know you really loved them.
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They were here all at once, but not together. Survival took self-absorption, and it made them strangers with nothing to do and no way to relate. Emergencies gave you a shape and a plot to take part in, while death was no story at all. It left you nothing.
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