As soon as I look up, his eyes click onto my face. The breath whooshes out of my body and everything freezes… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
This is the language of the world before—a world of chaos and confusion and happiness and despair—before the blitz turned streets to… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
That is the strangest thing about the world: how it looks so different from every point of view. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Additionally, Liesl and Po is the embodiment of what writing has always been for me at its purest and most basic--not a… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
With 'Delirium,' I had to spend time thinking about the political, social and religious structure of a different world. But it was… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
The alchemist was dazed and dumbfounded, as the true meaning of the magic was revealed: *The dead will rise from glade to… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
If you take, we will take back. Steal from us, and we will rob you blind. When you squeeze, we will hit.… — 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
i think of all the thousands of billions of steps and missteps and chances and coincidences that have brought me here. Brought… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
That's the thing: We didn't really care. A world without love is also a world without stakes. — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Chance. Stupid, dumb, blind chance. Just a part of the strange mechanism of the world, with its fits and coughs and starts… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
This is the world we live in, a world of safety and happiness and order, a world without love. A world where… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Droplets, droplets: We are all identical drips and drops of people, hovering, waiting to be tipped, waiting for someone to show us… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
This is the strange way of the world, that people who simply want to love are instead forced to become warriors. — 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
The devil stole into the Garden of Eden. He carried with him the disease - amor deliria nervosa - in the form… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
One of the strangest things about life is that it will chug on, blind and oblivious, even as your private world -… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Everything looks beautiful. The Book of Shhh says that deliria alters your perception, disables your ability to reason clearly, impairs you from… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
They haven't killed us yet," I say, and I imagine that one day I will fly a plane over Portland, over Rochester,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
But now I give in, let the anger surge. I'm sick of people acting like this world, this other world is the… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Of course. That's what people do in a disordered world, a world of freedom and choice: they leave when they want. They… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
We are such small, stupid things. For most of my life I thought of nature as the stupid thing: Blind, animal, destructive.… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Everytime he brushes me with his fingers, time seems to tether for a second, like it is in danger of dissolving. The… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
I've never really thought about it before, but it's a miracle how many kinds of light there are in the world, how… — 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
