A string of bright white buildinh, glistening like teeth over the slurping mouth of the ocean. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
It's like there's a filter set up in my brain, except instead of making things better, it twists everything around so what… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
In my dream I know I am falling. But there is no up or down, no walls or sides or ceilings, just… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Raven jerks and stiffens. For a second, I think she is only surprised: Her mouth goes round, her eyes wide. Then she… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
...and once at Hana's house, when we stole some blackberry liqueur from her parents' liquor cabinet and drank until the ceiling started… — 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
Kent?" I say, and my voice seems to have to rise from inside the fog, taking forever to get from my brain… — 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'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
Are you sure that being like everybody else will make you happy?" "I don't know any other way." "Let me show you."… — 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
