Snapshots, moments, mere seconds: as fragile and beautiful and hopeless as a single butterfly, flapping on against a gathering wind.
Lauren OliverNo guest rooms.” I shake my head resolutely. “I want to be in a room room. A lived-in room.
Lauren OliverIt won't matter if nobody ever thinks I'm pretty (although sometimes I wish, just for a second, that somebody would)
Lauren OliverWe're killers, all of us: We kill our lives, our past selves, the things that mattered. We bury them under slogans and excuses.
Lauren OliverAnd now I realize Lindsay's not fearless. She's terrified. She's terrified that people will find out she's faking, bullshitting her way through life, pretending to have everything together when really she's just floundering like the rest of us. Lindsay, who will bite at you if you even look in her direction the wrong way, like on of those tiny attack dogs that are always barking and snapping in the air before they're jerked backward on the chains that keep them in one place.
Lauren Oliver