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
I feel an overwhelming rush of sadness... I'm just struck with a sense of time passing so quickly, rushing forward. One day… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
The first time I saw you, at the Governor, I handn't been to watch the birds at the border in years. But… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I'm gone, lost, floating away into nothingness like I am in my dream, but this time it's a good feeling - like… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
There's still always the possibility that I've gone totally, clinically cuckoo. But somehow I don't think so anymore. An article I once… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I’m sorry for everything.” Then he turns and pushes back into the woods, and he’s gone. — 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
