No one had ever told her this basic fact: not everyone got to be loved. — 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
Finishing books - and leaving the world you've created - is always a kind of emotionally wrenching experience. I usually cry. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
it occurs to me that there is so much I never knew about him--his past, his role in the resistance, what his… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Maybe he sees it on my face, that fraction of a second when I let my guard down, because in that moment… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I feel a flash of grief so intense it almost makes me cry out: not for what I lost, but for the… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I cry for everything I abandoned and because I, too, have been left behind -- by Alex, by my mom, by time… — 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
