..in that moment i realize how much i love the little everyday routines of my life..the details that are my life's special… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
It amazes me how easy it is for things to change, how easy it is to start off down the same road… — 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
Everything ends, people move on, they don't look back. It's how they should be. — 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
Maybe all of these different possibilities exist at the same time, like each moment we live has a thousand other moments layered… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I used to lie here like this all summer long,' I tell her. 'I'd come up here and just stare at the… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Sarah: "Not bad. You look almost human." Lena: "Thanks." Sarah: "I said almost." Lena: "Well, then, almost thanks. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I feel a lot of adult fiction looks down on plot as a lesser form of literature. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
As soon as I look up, his eyes click onto my face. The breath whooshes out of my body and everything freezes… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Everything looks stark and vivid and frozen, as though drawn precisely and outlined in ink - parents' smiles frozen, camera flashes blinding,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
As we're standing there I realize we're almost exactly the same height. We must look like the dark and light side of… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Like I've been sketched by an amateur artist: if you don't look too closely, it's all right, but start focusing and all… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
That is the strangest thing about the world: how it looks so different from every point of view. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
i suppose that's the secret, if you're ever wishing for things to back the way they were. You just have to look… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
When we get out of highschool we'll look back and know we did everything right, that we kissed the cutest boys and… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
The reason you can never go home again isn't necessarily that places change, but people do. So nothing ever looks the same. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
When I’m running, there’s always this split second when the pain is ripping through me and I can hardly breathe and all… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Grief is like sinking, like being buried. I am in water the tawny color of kicked-up dirt. Every breath is full of… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Dystopian novels help people process their fears about what the future might look like; further, they usually show that there is always… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
And now I realize Lindsay's not fearless. She's terrified. She's terrified that people will find out she's faking, bullshitting her way through… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Everything looks beautiful. The Book of Shhh says that deliria alters your perception, disables your ability to reason clearly, impairs you from… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Po swirled upward from where it had been sitting, and floated over to the window. "When you go swimming and you put… — 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
