Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge. That's what it is: an edge; a razor. It draws up through the center of your life, cutting everything in two. Before and after. The rest of the world falls away on either side.
Lauren OliverNow, after so many years, I understand what the Coldness was and where it came fromโthis sense that everything is lost, and worthless, and meaningless.
Lauren OliverBut...books are so much more. Some of them are webs; you can feel your way along their threads, but just barely, into strange and dark corners. Some of them are balloons bobbing up through the sky: totally self-contained, and unreachable, but beautiful to watch. And some of themโthe best onesโare doors.
Lauren Oliver