Quotes by Jennifer Chiaverini

“Many publishers are looking for that big score right away. Im lucky that my publisher stuck with me. Now theres a sizeable readership eagerly awaiting the release of each book.”

“Readers are story lovers, but are creative people in their own right. When they read about the quilt, they want to create one of the patterns touched on in the book.”

“In this story, two founding members of Elm Creek Camp had to leave to pursue other interests. This is the search for two replacements. There are five new characters, four women and one man, who have different backgrounds and areas of quilt history.”

One can never had too many librarian friends.

Anna, falling in love with you was like coming home to a place I didnt realize Id been missing all my life. Youre the only person Ive ever known who accepts me for who I am, right in this moment, faults and all, and isnt waiting for me to become someone else.

The union of their shared lives could be a masterpiece, even if the colors of one piece clashed with another, even if uneven stitches showed, even if, from time to time, they had to pick out seams, realign the pieces, and sew them back together again. It would not be perfect, but it could be beautiful, if they worked together and persevered.

People need stories...we use stories to teach, to learn, to make sense of the world around us. As long as we need stories, we will need books.

Elizabeth Keckley was a woman of remarkable strength, courage, perseverance, and dignity. She was exceptionally talented, but also very diligent and ambitious, and together those qualities enabled her to deliver herself from slavery and become a successful businesswoman.

When I was working on my first novel, The Quilters Apprentice, I knew I wanted to write about friendship, especially womens friendship and how women use friendship to sustain themselves and nurture each other.

Mary Lincoln provided Elizabeth Keckley with opportunities for social and economic advancement she probably had never imagined during her years as a slave, while Elizabeth offered Mary the loyal, steadfast friendship she craved but had always found so elusive.