Through wind, and tempest, storm, and rain; The calm shall be buried inside of me; A warm stone, heavy and dry; The root, the source, a weapon against pain
Lauren OliverAre you ever afraid to go to sleep? Afraid of what comes next?โ He smiles a sad little smile and I swear itโs like he knows. โSometimes Iโm afraid of what Iโm leaving behind,โ he says.
Lauren OliverAlex is dead, do you hear me? All of that-what we felt, what it meant- that's done now, okay? Buried. Blown away.
Lauren OliverMama, Mama, put me to bed I wonโt make it home, Iโm already half-dead I met an Invalid, and fell for his art He showed me his smile, and went straight for my heart.
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