“I am a stone being excavated by the slow passage of water; I am wood charred by a fire.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I am growing stronger. I am a stone being excavated by the slow passage of water; I am wood charred by a… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I want to be healed and whole and perfect again, like a misshapen slab of iron that comes out of the fire… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
But hope got in, no matter how hard and fast I tried to stomp it out. Like these tiny fire ants we… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I loved to be alone in the woods, especially in the late fall when everything is crisp and golden, the leaves the… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Both of us will die today, gunned down or smashed up or exploded in some terrible moment of fire and twisted metal,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
What does it feel like to be infected?" "I-- I can't describe it." I force the words out. Can't breathe, can't breathe,… — 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
