Juliet!' I whip around but not quickly enough. She's swallowed by the crowd, the gap that allowed her to break for the… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
He’s speaking in the tone of voice that everyone uses when they’re about to break you apart. Gentle—kind, even—like they can make… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
And you should hear the music. Incredible, amazing music, like nothing you've ever heard, music that almost takes your head off, you… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I often write two books simultaneously. Usually one of them starts out as a fun experiment designed to give me a daily… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
It's amazing how words can do that, just shred your insides apart. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
What is beauty? Beauty is no more than a trick; a delusion; the influence of excited particles and electrons colliding in your… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
...and once at Hana's house, when we stole some blackberry liqueur from her parents' liquor cabinet and drank until the ceiling started… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
That’s a funny thing: you think, when awful things happen, everything else just stops, like you would forget to pee and eat… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Step on a crack , you'll break your mama's back. Step on a stone, you'll end up all alone. Step on a… — 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
