His eyes are the color of honey. These are the eyes I remember from my dreams. — 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
“Julian will go to the gallows for us, and we will smile, and dream of victory-- hazy-red, soon to come, a blood-colored… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“even had little snatches of dream—bare wisps of image that skittered away before I could focus on them. I” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
But this isn’t like anything I’ve ever seen, or imagined, or even dreamed: This is like music or dancing but better than… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
And when I wake up it's wonderful, like I've been carried quietly onto a calm, peaceful shore, and the dream, and its… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“There is a nocturna for every single person in the world! And each night the nocturni sip dreams from the River of… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
And then, just at that moment, when I'm no longer sure if I'm dreaming or awake or walking some valley in between… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
In my dream I know I am falling. But there is no up or down, no walls or sides or ceilings, just… — 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
“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
