The flip side of freedom is this: When you're completely free, you're also completely on your own. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
We're on the other side of the fence now, Lena,' she says, tiredly, as she passes. "Don't you get it? You can't… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
The whole point of growing up is learning to stay on the laughing side. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge. That's what it is: an edge;… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“It was unfair that people could pretend to be one thing when they were really something else. That they would get you… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
We leave Pippa behind, standing in the dark, teeming bowels of the camp, while the sun begins to stain the sky electric,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
For a second I think about how easy it would be to pass back to the other side, to walk straight into… — 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
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
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
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
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
That’s just the kind of thing that kids do to each other. It’s no big deal. There’s always going to be a… — 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
“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
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
“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
“At least when I'm sleeping I can dream myself back to Alex, can dream myself into a different world.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
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
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
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
“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
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
“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
“Stop!” His voice rings out sharply, hard as a slap. He releases me and I stumble backward. “Alex is dead, do you hear me?… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
..in that moment i realize how much i love the little everyday routines of my life..the details that are my life's special pattern, like… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share
