“Another story. We cling tightly to it, and our belief turns it to truth.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Is it possible to tell the truth in a society of lies? Or must you always, of necessity, become a liar? — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“We will have to trust too-that the world won't end, that tomorrow will come, and that truth will come too.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
When I asked for the truth, I meant I wanted to know what happened exactly, not the version you think you should… — 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… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Is it possible to tell the truth in a society of lies? Or must you always, of necessity, become a liar? And… — 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… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“He thought she was happy. She didn't have the heart to tell him the truth. There was no need, anyway. Happiness never… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“If I could make it better I would,” he says. In some ways it’s a stupid, obvious thing to say, but the… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“It was so strange, the way that life moved forward: the twists and the dead ends, the sudden opportunities. She supposed if… — 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… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“There are so many things I want to tell her, so many things she doesn't know; like how I remember when she… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“I’ll tell you another secret, this one for your own good. You may think the past has something to tell you. You… — 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
