people themselves are full of tunnels: winding, dark spaces and caverns; impossible to know all the places inside of them. Impossible even… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I'm overwhelmed with sadness for everything that was lost, and filled with anger toward the people who took it away. My people-or… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
There is nothing else for people to do. They do not think. They feel no passion, no hatred, no sadness; they feel… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
There's still always the possibility that I've gone totally, clinically cuckoo. But somehow I don't think so anymore. An article I once… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Droplets, droplets: We are all identical drips and drops of people, hovering, waiting to be tipped, waiting for someone to show us… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
This is the strange way of the world, that people who simply want to love are instead forced to become warriors. — 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
They haven't killed us yet," I say, and I imagine that one day I will fly a plane over Portland, over Rochester,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
But now I give in, let the anger surge. I'm sick of people acting like this world, this other world is the… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“This is the mistake they make above. They think that only certain people habe a place. Only certain kinds of people belong.… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I feel like I'm playing some giant video game, or trying to solve a really complicated math equation. 'One girl is trying… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Of course. That's what people do in a disordered world, a world of freedom and choice: they leave when they want. They… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I have had to give up so much, so many selves and lives already. I have grown up and out of the… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Sometimes I feel as though there are two me's, one coasting directly on top of the other: the superficial me, who nods… — 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 then you… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
My former people were not totally wrong. Love is a kind of possession. It’s a poison. And if Alex no longer loves… — 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
