Is it possible to tell the truth in a society of lies? Or must you always, of necessity, become a liar? — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Now I'd rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“I'd never undetstood how Hana Could lie so often and easily. But just like anyhting else, lying becomes easier the more you… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
They told us love was a disease. They told us it would kill us in the end. For the very first time… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
All this time, I thought we were growing apart because I was leaving Lena behind. But really it was the reverse. She… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
That's my favorite thing about him. I like to lie next to him when it's late, dark, and so quiet I can… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Lies are just stories, and stories are all that matter. We all tell stories. Some are more truthful than others, maybe, but… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
They say that the cure for love will make me happy and safe forever. And I’ve always believed them. Until now. Now… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I thought the Invalids were beasts; I thought they would rip me apart. But these people saved me, and gave me the… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
And even if she isn’t—even if by some miracle, she survived the escape and has been squeezing out a living in 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
They've lied about everything.-about the fence, and the existence of Invalids, about a million other things besides. They told us the raids… — 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
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
They couldn’t have known that even this was a lie—that we never really choose, not entirely. We are always being pushed and… — 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
