The tunnels may be long, and twisted, and dark; but you are supposed to go through them. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
people themselves are full of tunnels: winding, dark spaces and caverns; impossible to know all the places inside of them. Impossible even… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“She knew, now, that there was always light – beyond the dark, and the fear, out of the depths; there was sun… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
We leave Pippa behind, standing in the dark, teeming bowels of the camp, while the sun begins to stain the sky electric,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
That's my favorite thing about him. I like to lie next to him when it's late, dark, and so quiet I can… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“She knew, now, that there was always light—beyond the dark, and the fear, out of the depths; there was sun to reach… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Then I think of the dark, and the lights, and the roaring, and Juliet, and before I can think of anything else,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
As we're standing there I realize we're almost exactly the same height. We must look like the dark and light side of… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
But...books are so much more. Some of them are webs; you can feel your way along their threads, but just barely, into… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
And we did, and it wasn’t bad. We ate the whole stupid can, we were so hungry. And when it started to… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
That was what her parents did not understand—and had never understood—about stories. Liza told herself storied as though she was weaving and… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Everything looks stark and vivid and frozen, as though drawn precisely and outlined in ink - parents' smiles frozen, camera flashes blinding,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
And I have Julian. I found him, and he followed me. I reach out in the half dark, wordlessly, and find his… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Time becomes a stutter-the space between drumbeats, splintered into fragments, and also endlessly long, as long as soaring guitar notes that melt… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Eventually she came. She appeared suddenly, exactly like she'd done that day- she stepped into the sunshine, she jumped, she laughed and… — 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
