“At least when I'm sleeping I can dream myself back to Alex, can dream myself into a different world.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
amazingly, i'd actually forgotten that i'm supposed to be plain. i'm so used to alex telling me i'm beautiful. i'm so used… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I'd rather die on my own terms than live on theirs. I'd rather die loving Alex than live without him. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Because if it weren’t for me, Lena and Alex would never have been caught at all. I told on them. I was… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“In my mind, I was reliving my whole life again-slowly, taking my time. Delaying. Because I knew, sooner or later, I'd get… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
But the guilt goes even deeper than that. It, too, is dust: Layers and layers of it have accumulated. Because if it… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
For a second we just stand there in silence. Then, suddenly, Alex is back, easy and smiling again. “I left a note… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
In my head I try and reach back, through the fence, past the smoke; I try and grab his hand and pull.… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“In my mind, I was reliving my whole life again-slowly, taking my time. Delaying. Because I knew, sooner or later, I'd get… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“That was torture--being able to see, and smell, and hear, and being trapped in a cage. Like standing on the wrong side… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Alex is dead, do you hear me? All of that-what we felt, what it meant- that's done now, okay? Buried. Blown away. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Love, the deadliest of all deadly things. It kills you. Alex. When you have it. Alex. And when you don't. Alex.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Over the past week, I’ve accepted that I will never love Julian as much as I loved Alex. But now that idea… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“How did I love her? Let me count the ways. The freckles on her nose like the shadow of a shadow; the… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“I reached and ran a finger along her collarbones, my favorite place: like the silhouette of tiny wings.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“I thought I would never see the sky again. Anything, anything is possible, if you can just see the sky.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Alex loved books. He was the one who first introduced me to poetry. That's another reason I can't read anymore. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Everyone is asleep. They've all been asleep for years. You seemed ... awake.' Alex is whispering now. He closes his eyes, opens… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Promise me we'll stay together, okay?" His eyes are once again the clear blue of a perfectly transparent pool. They are eyes… — 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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“At least when I'm sleeping I can dream myself back to Alex, can dream myself into a different world.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
