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
Sometimes I feel like if you just watch things, just sit still and let the world exist in front of you -… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
It strikes me how strange people are. You can see them every day - you can think you know them - and… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I reach out and grab her wrist. It feels impossibly tiny in my hand, like this one time I found a baby… — 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
Mama, Mama, help me get home I'm out in the woods, I am out on my own. I found me a werewolf,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
It strikes me how strange people are. You can see them every day, you can think you know them and then you… — 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
