The sun has just risen, weak and watery-looking, like it had just spilled itself over the horizon and is too lazy to… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
And there it is: Even though we’re standing in the same patch of sun-drenched pavement, we might as well be a hundred… — 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
“Right before the sun rises there's a moment when the whole sky goes this pale nothing color and I've always liked it… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Not gray, exactly. Right before the sun rises there's a moment when the whole sky goes this pale nothing color-not really gray… — 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
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
...and once at Hana's house, when we stole some blackberry liqueur from her parents' liquor cabinet and drank until the ceiling started… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Mary bring out your umbrella - The sun shines down on this fine, fine day But the ashes raining down forever Are… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“The sun is beautiful, long and low on the horizon like it’s stretching itself, like it’s shaking off a nap, and I… — 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
