Then I see them: Tack and Hunter jogging toward us, rifles…

“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

..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

“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

“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

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

“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

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

Mistake, mistake, mistake. A strange word: stinging, somehow.

— Lauren Oliver

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

People are like ants: Just a few of them give all the orders. And most of them spend their lives getting squashed.

— Lauren Oliver

“At least when I'm sleeping I can dream myself back to Alex, can dream myself into a different world.”

— Lauren Oliver

“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

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

This is what happens when you try to help people. You get screwed.

— Lauren Oliver

“You can't judge a book by its steel-toed combat boots.”

— Lauren Oliver