Why couldn't you let me have it? Why did you have to take it? Why did you always take everything?
Lauren OliverI've been so used to thinking of what the borders are keeping out that I haven't considered that they're also penning us in.
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 them―the best ones―are doors.
Lauren Oliver