My parents were pretty liberal, but they were still parents. I definitely had my teenage rebellion. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
It's funny how you can know your friends so well, but you still end up playing the same games with them. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I still wanted to know why. As though somebody was going to answer that for me, as though any answer would be… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Please understand. Please forgive me. I prayed every day for you to be alive, until hope became painful. Don't hate me. I… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Less than a month ago all of August still stretched before us - long and golden and reassuring, like an endless period… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
My first kiss. A new kind of kiss, like the new kind of music still playing, softly, in the distance - wild… — 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
Then I think of the dark, and the lights, and the roaring, and Juliet, and before I can think of anything else,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
That's when I realized that certain moments go on forever. Even after they're over they still go on, even after you're dead… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Still, the vivid green of the grass-where the grass is actually managing to assert itself through the dirt-seems out of place. This… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Sometimes I feel like if you just watch things, just sit still and let the world exist in front of you -… — 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
Summer explodes into Portland. In early June the heat was there but not the color--the green were still pale and tentative, the… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
For a second we just stand there in silence. Then, suddenly, Alex is back, easy and smiling again. “I left a note… — 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
