My former people were not totally wrong. Love is a kind of possession. Itโs a poison. And if Alex no longer loves me, I canโt bear to think that he might love somebody else.
Lauren OliverIt's the time of the night I like best, when most people are asleep and it feels like the world belongs completely to my friends and me, as though nothing exists apart from out little circle: everywhere else is darkness and quiet.
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 OliverRaven jerks and stiffens. For a second, I think she is only surprised: Her mouth goes round, her eyes wide. Then she begins teetering backward, and I know that she is dead. Falling, falling, falling . . .
Lauren OliverEverything looks stark and vivid and frozen, as though drawn precisely and outlined in ink - parents' smiles frozen, camera flashes blinding, mouths open and white teeth glinstening, dark glossy hair and deep blue sky and unrelenting light, everyone drowning in light - everything so clear and perfect I'm sure it must already be a memory, or a dream.
Lauren Oliver