I’ve never really had a party before.” “Why did you have one now?” I say, just to keep him talking. He gives… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
But for now, the future, like the past, means nothing. For now, there is only a homestead built of trash and scraps,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Poetry isn't like any writing I've ever heard before. I don't understand all of it, just bits of images, sentences that appear… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Once Mo had closed the gates, he returned to his little stone hut, and his half-eaten sandwich of butter and canned sardines,… — 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, put me to bed I won’t make it home, I’m already half-dead I met an Invalid, and fell for 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
...the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you. This is half the reason for the… — 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
