“I'm scared all the time," she whispered. "You'd be an idiot if you weren't," Anne said. "And you wouldn't be brave either.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I have a beautiful pair of Giuseppe Zanotti black pumps that make me feel like a model every time I put them… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I don't understand how everything changes, how the layers of your life get buried. Impossible. At some point, at some time, we… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“There's no way to escape the crushing sense of loss, the endless exhaustion of time sawing away at the people and things… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
All this time, I thought we were growing apart because I was leaving Lena behind. But really it was the reverse. She… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Most things, even the greatest moments on earth, have their beginnings in something small. An earthquake that shatters a city might begin… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
That's my favorite thing about him. I like to lie next to him when it's late, dark, and so quiet I can… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“I remember I once saw this old movie...; in it the main character was talking about how sad it is that the… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
...the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you. This is half the reason for the… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
This is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Other memories—from different times and places, from my old life—have weasled their way in alongside these. It's transfiguration, the slippery nature of… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Dystopian novels help people process their fears about what the future might look like; further, they usually show that there is always… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Both of us will die today, gunned down or smashed up or exploded in some terrible moment of fire and twisted metal,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I cry for everything I abandoned and because I, too, have been left behind -- by Alex, by my mom, by time… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“That is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot. It is hard and… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“I'm not even sure whether I'm missing my mother, or simply the old routine of my life: a life of school and… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Take it from me: If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging up your back and runing its fingers… — 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
“I've been alone with him countless times, but this feels different. Here there are no eyes waiting to catch us, no voices… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“You may think the past has something to tell you. You may think that you should listen, should strain to make out… — 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
“even as each minute seems to take an hour, each hour seems to fly by in a minute.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
And in that moment, the wordless thing passed between us, the thing that wasn't quite love but was so close I could… — 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
