“That will be sending Raven, Tack, Julian, and the rest of them into slaughter.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“This is how Tack and Raven work: It’s their private language of push and return, argument and concession. With the cure, relationships… — lauren oliver Copy Share Image
“Behind us the door creaks open, and I turn around, expecting Raven, just as a voice cuts through the air: 'Don't believe… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Raven has lost deeply, again and again, and she, too, has buried herself. There are pieces of her scattered all over. Her… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Despite the fact that Raven and Tack are often fighting, it's impossible to imagine one without the other. They are like two… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“This is not what I wantef. This is not why I came to the Wilds, why Alex wanted me to come: not… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Raven jerks and stiffens. For a second, I think she is only surprised: Her mouth goes round, her eyes wide. Then she… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“And suddenly I am blindingly angry at Raven--for her lectures, and her stubbornness, and for thinking that the way that you help… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Behind us the door creaks open, and I turn around, expecting Raven, just as a voice cuts through the air: “Don’t believe… — lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“My aunt Carol hasn’t heard her say a word in the whole six years and three months of Grace’s life—not a single syllable. Carol… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
We'll walk together holding hands, and kiss in broad daylight, and love each other as much as we want to, and no one will… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
“It seem absurd to me that they don't know, haven't felt any change or tremor, even as my life has been completely turned upside… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
“At least when I'm sleeping I can dream myself back to Alex, can dream myself into a different world.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
People are like ants: Just a few of them give all the orders. And most of them spend their lives getting squashed. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
Summer explodes into Portland. In early June the heat was there but not the color--the green were still pale and tentative, the morning had… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
I wonder if it's ever really possible to know the truth about someone else, or if the best we can do is just stumble… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
“Julian is somewhere among those lights, in that blur of people and buildings. I wonder whether he's scared. I wonder whether he's thinking of… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
A room full of words that are nearly the truth but not quite, each note fluttering off the steam of its rose like a… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
“She’s the kind of person who makes you feel drunk just by being around her, like suddenly the world’s edges are dulled and all… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
“Stop!” His voice rings out sharply, hard as a slap. He releases me and I stumble backward. “Alex is dead, do you hear me?… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
..in that moment i realize how much i love the little everyday routines of my life..the details that are my life's special pattern, like… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
