It amazes me how easy it is for things to change, how easy it is to start off down the same road… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
You have to understand. I am no one special. I am just a single girl. I am five feet two inches tall… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
At the same time I know that it’s not really their fault, at least not completely. I did my part too. I… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Maybe all of these different possibilities exist at the same time, like each moment we live has a thousand other moments layered… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them. You can… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
He Is looking at me through the smoke, across the fence. He never takes his eyes off me. His hair Is a… — 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
An itchy feeling began to work its way through my body, as though a thousand mosquitoes were circulating through my blood, biting… — 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
