We'll walk together holding hands, and kiss in broad daylight, and love each other as much as we want to, and no… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I wish I could close my eyes and be blown into dust and nothingness, feel all my thoughts disperse like dandelion fluff… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I keep having the urge to cross my hands over my chest, to cover up my breasts, to hide. I'm suddenly aware… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
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
We stand there for a moment, looking at each other, and in that instant I feel our connection so strongly it's as… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
In my head I try and reach back, through the fence, past the smoke; I try and grab his hand and pull.… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
The idea—the fact of it, the fact that he even noticed and thought about me for more than one second—is huge and… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Maybe he sees it on my face, that fraction of a second when I let my guard down, because in that moment… — 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
I start to follow her, and Alex grabs my hand. "I'll find you," he says, watching me with the eyes I remember.… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
And a face above mine, white and beautiful, eyes as large as the moon. You saved me. A hand on my cheek,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I’m Hana,” Hana says. “And this is Lena.” She jabs me with an elbow. I know I must look like a fish,… — 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
