Are you sure that being like everybody else will make you happy?" "I don't know any other way." "Let me show you."… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Everything in me feels fluttering and free, like I could take off from the ground at any second. Music, I think, he… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
With 'Delirium,' I had to spend time thinking about the political, social and religious structure of a different world. But it was… — 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
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
It strikes me how strange people are. You can see them every day - you can think you know them - and… — 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
Because I think you're right. You can make a difference." He told me experiences were kind of like fate, and fate usually… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
i think of all the thousands of billions of steps and missteps and chances and coincidences that have brought me here. Brought… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I know some of you are Thinking maybe I deserved it. But before you start pointing Fringers, let me ask you Is… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I'm gone, lost, floating away into nothingness like I am in my dream, but this time it's a good feeling - like… — 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
It won't matter if nobody ever thinks I'm pretty (although sometimes I wish, just for a second, that somebody would) — 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
Running is a mental sport, more than anything else. You're only as good as your training, and your training is only as… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Eventually she came. She appeared suddenly, exactly like she'd done that day- she stepped into the sunshine, she jumped, she laughed and… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
It's like a razor blade edging its way through my organs, shredding me, all I can think is: It will kill me,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I’ve been trying so hard not to think his name, not to even breathe the idea of him — 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
