Quotes from Lauren Oliver

The kidnapping, the kiss. I brought him here, after all. I rescue him an pulled him into this new life, a life of freedom and feeling.

I need to live my life in the light of their deaths. I need to live.

I think all artists are only interested in a couple of themes, really. I'm primarily interested in change and connection as being this restorative force. I write about them because that's what I think about in my own life.

You don't reach points in life at which everything is sorted out for us. I believe in endings that should suggest our stories always continue.

Life isn't life if you just float through it.

What glitters may not be gold; and even wolves may smile; and fools will be led by promises to their deaths.

Yeah, but our choices are limited. We choose from a list that they chose for us." She said. "Well, Choices are supposed to be limited. That's life" I snapped

Let me tell you something about dying: it's not as bad as they says. it's the coming-back-to-life part that hurts.

Nobody ever said life was fair.

And even though I'm standing in the middle of the biggest crowd I've ever seen in my life, I suddenly feel very alone.

For the first time in my life I've done something for me and by choice and not because somebody told me it was good or bad.

This is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot.

Maybe next time, but probably not.

The last laugh, the last cup of coffee, the last sunset, the last time you jump through a sprinkler, or eat an ice-cream cone, or stick your tongue out to catch a snowflake. You just don't know.

Feelings aren't forever. Time waits for no one, but progress waits for man to enact it.

Time and space recede and blast away like a universe expanding forever outward, and leaving only darkness and the two of us on its periphery, darkness and breathing and touch.

Maybe all of these different possibilities exist at the same time, like each moment we live has a thousand other moments layered underneath it that look different.

For the first time in a long time, I actually look at her. I've always thought Lena was pretty, but now it occurs to me that at some point - last summer? last year? - she became beautiful.

Most of the time one night blends into the next and weeks blend into weeks and months into other months. And sooner or later we all die. But at the beginning of the night anything's possible.

I didn't realize then what a privilege that was: to be bored with your best friend; to have time to waste.

Direction, like time, is a general thing, the deprived of boundaries and borders. It is an endless process interception and reinterception, doubling back and adjusting.

That's what time does: We stand stubbornly like rocks while it flows all around us, believing that we are immutable - and all the time we're being carved, and shaped, and whittled away.

I cry for everything I abandoned and because I, too, have been left behind -- by Alex, by my mom, by time that has cut through our worlds and separated us.

Funny how time heals. Like that bullet in my ribs. It's there, I know it's there, but I can barely feel it at all anymore.