Poetry isn't like any writing I've ever heard before. I don't understand all of it, just bits of images, sentences that appear half-finished, all fluttering together like brightly colored ribbons in the wind.

My parents were pretty liberal, but they were still parents. I definitely had my teenage rebellion.

Fear. Blame. Don't forget. Mom. I love you. -Lauren Oliver, Delerium

This is what amazes me: that people are new every day. That they are never the same. You must always invent them, and they must always invent themselves, too.

Sometimes I feel like if you just watch things, just sit still and let the world exist in front of you - sometimes I swear that just for a second time freezes and the world pauses in its tilt. Just for a second. And if you somehow found a way to live in that second, then you would live forever.

Amor deliria nervosa isn't a disease of love. It's a disease of selfishness.

We are always being pushed and squeezed down one road or another. We have no choice but to step forward, and then step forward again, and then step forward again; suddenly we find ourselves on a road we haven't chosen at all.