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
Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge. That's what it is: an edge;… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
That’s a funny thing: you think, when awful things happen, everything else just stops, like you would forget to pee and eat… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
It's like high school holds two different worlds, revolving around each other an never touching; the haves and the have-nots. I guess… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Time and space recede and blast away like a universe expanding forever outward, and leaving only darkness and the two of us… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Despite the fact that Raven and Tack are often fighting, it's impossible to imagine one without the other. They are like two… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Could it be? Samantha Kingston? Home? On a Friday?” I roll my eyes. “I don’t know. Did you do a lot of… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Two weeks until your cure" she says finally. "Sixteen days" I say, but in my head I'm counting: Seven days. Seven days… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Things That Don't Matter When You've Lived the Same Day Six Times and Died on at Least Two of Them: Lunch meats… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
We’ll go.” Her voice is surprisingly deep and forceful. Set in her sunken, shipwreck face, her eyes burn like two smoldering coals.… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I often write two books simultaneously. Usually one of them starts out as a fun experiment designed to give me a daily… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Sometimes I feel as though there are two me's, one coasting directly on top of the other: the superficial me, who nods… — 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
