I’m with Julian,” I say at last. This, after all, is what I have chosen. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Each step is more difficult than the last; the heaviness fills me and turns my limbs to stone. You must hurt or… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
For the first time in a long time, I actually look at her. I've always thought Lena was pretty, but now it… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
The last laugh, the last cup of coffee, the last sunset, the last time you jump through a sprinkler, or eat an… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Love, the deadliest of all things: It kills you both when you have it and when you don't. But that isn't it,… — 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… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
It's the rule of the wilds. You must be bigger, and stronger, and tougher. A coldness radiates through me, a solid wall… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
The alchemist was dazed and dumbfounded, as the true meaning of the magic was revealed: *The dead will rise from glade to… — 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
“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
