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 the first time in a long time, I actually look at her. I've always thought Lena was pretty, but now it… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I used to lie here like this all summer long,' I tell her. 'I'd come up here and just stare at the… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“It was the final, explosive demonstration of summer, the line in the sand, a desperate attempt to hold fall forever at bay.… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosion of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Of all the systems of the body - neurological, cognitive, special, sensory - the cardiological system is the most sensitive and easily… — 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 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
