“One afternoon, as Rose lay in a sweaty daze, teetering on the edge of consciousness, she made me swear that I would… — Lauren Destefano Rhine Copy Share Image
And then I wonder, does my brother think of me this way? We entered this world together, one after the other, beats… — Lauren DeStefano Beats Copy Share Image
They never exhale, the trees; on a very windy day, they rustle and inhale, and then the leaves and the branches all… — Lauren DeStefano Anticipation Copy Share Image
“...our parents' death broke his sense of wonder. My left-brained brother, who once had dreams of saving the world, now laughs at… — Lauren DeStefano Death Copy Share Image
We were his disposable things. Brought to him like cattle. Stripped of what made us sisters or daughters or children. There was… — Lauren DeStefano Bones Copy Share Image
“It taught me that there are three versions of things: the one I see in my mind, and the one that carries… — Lauren DeStefano Mind Copy Share Image
Good night, sweetheart," he says. "Good bye, sweetheart," I say. And it's so casual, so innocent that he doesn't suspect a thing. — Lauren DeStefano Bye Copy Share Image
There's nothing here to say good-bye to. There's no dancing girl. No mischievous smile. She's gone, off with her sisters, broken free,… — Lauren DeStefano Broken Copy Share Image
We accept gods that don't speak to us. We accept gods that would place us in a world filled with injustices and… — Lauren DeStefano Accepting Copy Share Image
“This story is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. "I could find another one," Basil says. "No, I want to see… — Lauren Destefano Copy Share Image
There is warmth shooting through my broken body where there should be pain, and I put my arms around the back of… — Lauren DeStefano Arms Copy Share Image
“I'm going to call you Rose," he says with resolution, working the back off an old clock.” — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
“It’s a world worth fighting for. Set fire to the broken pieces; start anew.” — Lauren DeStefano Broken pieces Copy Share Image
“And here we are: two small dying things, as the world ends around us like falling autumn leaves.” — Lauren DeStefano Autumn leaves Copy Share Image
I don't dare touch her. Loss is a knowledge I'm sorry to have. Perhaps the only thing worse than experiencing it, is… — Lauren DeStefano Awful Copy Share Image
“The train that circles Internment couldn't carry him far enough. My brother, the peripatetic, the sage, was too restless to stay in… — Lauren DeStefano Fitness Copy Share Image
The only characters I ever don't like are ones that leave no impression on me. And I don't write characters that leave… — Lauren DeStefano Character Copy Share Image
“When Cecily comes to sit beside me, we rest our heads together and I tell her a final story about the twins.… — Lauren DeStefano Copy Share Image
I wish I had a memory of that first violent shove, the shock of cold air, the sting of oxygen into new… — Lauren DeStefano Air Copy Share Image
I have always been fascinated by the ocean, to dip a limb beneath its surface and know that I'm touching eternity, that… — Lauren DeStefano Dip Copy Share Image
“Thick black smoke disappears into the darkness of night, blotting out patches of stars. Somewhere up there, higher than his world and… — Lauren DeStefano Darkness of night Copy Share Image
“Look," Linden says. " Look how beautiful it is." "The sunrise?" I ask. "The start of a new day," Linden says. "Being… — Lauren DeStefano Health Copy Share Image
“I rip my handout of hers, and I want to back away. I want to get as far from her as I… — Lauren DeStefano Wither Copy Share Image
We destroy things with our curiosity. We shatter with our best intentions — Lauren DeStefano Best intentions Copy Share Image
