willing me to understand: that people should be sacrificed to causes, that beauty can be built on the backs of the dead. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Two weeks until your cure" she says finally. "Sixteen days" I say, but in my head I'm counting: Seven days. Seven days… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“This is what amazes me: that people are new every day. That they are never the same. You must always invent them,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
One of the things I've tried to do in my career is really write different kinds of books, so I'm able to… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
it's weird how much people change. for example, when i was a kid i loved all of these things..and over time all… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
We should be protected from the people who will leave us in the end, from all the people who will disappear or… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
This was what true fear was--that you could never know other people, not completely. That you were always just guessing blind. — 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
'Requiem' has been controversial because people don't feel I gave it closure. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“I shiver, thinking about how easy it is to be totally wrong about people-- to see one tiny part of them and… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
People are like houses. They could open their doors. You could walk through their rooms and touch the objects hidden in their… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
It strikes me how strange people are. You can see them every day - you can think you know them - and… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Suicide. A sideways word, a word that people whisper and mutter and cough: a word that must be squeezed out behind cupped… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
For a second I feel a rush of sadness: for the horizons that vanish behind us, for the people we leave behind,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“People are stubborn and stupid. They're irrational. they're destructive. that's the point, isn't it? That's the whole reason for the cure. People… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
People could push and pull at you, and poke you, and probe as deep as they could go. They could even tear… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I was glad when the Invalids were executed. Some people complained that lethal injection was too humane for convicted terrorists, but I… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Most people don't want to be saved. Besides, if you keep bailing everybody out, they'll never learn to paddle on their own. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Sometimes I think maybe they were right all along, the people on the other side in Zombieland. Maybe it would be better… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I wonder if this is how people always get close: They heal each other's wounds; they repair the broken skin. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“For a moment I am jealous: He has grown up here, fearless, happy. Perhaps he will never even know about the world… — 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
“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
