..in that moment i realize how much i love the little everyday routines of my life..the details that are my life's special… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
It occurs to me that for a long time she has been doing her own version of resisting. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Walking into parties always gives me a crampy feeling at the bottom of my stomach. It’s a good feeling, though: the feeling… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
For the first time in my life I actually feel sorry for Carol. I'm only seventeen years old, and I already know… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
This is the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I think I'm able to do so much because writing is what I love to do. So, often when I have free… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
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
“...and for a second I feel an overwhelming sense of joy, and I think she's done it, she's flying, and time seems… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
For a moment, my heart aches for him. I should never have asked him to join me here; I should never have… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“He looks me up and down like I’m a grapefruit he’s evaluating in the supermarket for ripeness, and for a moment he… — 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
“And then, just at that moment, when I'm no longer sure if I'm dreaming or awake or walking some valley in between… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Time becomes a stutter-the space between drumbeats, splintered into fragments, and also endlessly long, as long as soaring guitar notes that melt… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“In my mind, I was reliving my whole life again-slowly, taking my time. Delaying. Because I knew, sooner or later, I'd get… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I close my eyes. An image flashes—emerging from the van with Julian after our escape from New York City; believing, in that… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Stupid, stupid-to be so careless with our time, to believe we had so much of it left.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“That's when it happens. The moment of death is full of heat and sound and pain bigger than anything, a funnel of… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“I know the past will drag you backward and down, have you snatching at whispers of wind and the gibberish of trees… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“I know the past will drag you backward and down, have you snatching at whispers of wind & the gibberish of trees… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“I’m frightened. This is how it starts. Even if he is cured, even if he is safe—the fact is, I’m not safe,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I'm not scared, if that's what you're wondering. The moment of death is full of sound and warmth and light shooting away,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Direction, like time, is a general thing, the deprived of boundaries and borders. It is an endless process interception and reinterception, doubling… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
It's the time of the night I like best, when most people are asleep and it feels like the world belongs completely… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
We stand there for a moment, looking at each other, and in that instant I feel our connection so strongly it's as… — 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
