“And then, just at that moment, when I'm no longer sure if I'm dreaming or awake or walking some valley in between… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“There are so many things I want to tell her, so many things she doesn't know; like how I remember when she… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“He pauses for only a fraction of a second. Then he leans forward and presses his lips to mine, and the whole… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
My first kiss. A new kind of kiss, like the new kind of music still playing, softly, in the distance - wild… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Kiss Kent. Really kiss him, slow and long, somewhere outside--maybe while it's snowing. Maybe standing in the woods. He'll lean forward and… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Because?' I prompt 'Because I'm sorry, but I can't help it, and I really need to kiss you right now. — 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
“Stop!” His voice rings out sharply, hard as a slap. He releases me and I stumble backward. “Alex is dead, do you hear me?… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
..in that moment i realize how much i love the little everyday routines of my life..the details that are my life's special pattern, like… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
