Mama, 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 OliverIf he were less well trained, and less careful, he would say hate. But he canโt say it; it is too close to passion, and passion is too close to love, and love is amor deliria nervosa, the deadliest of all deadly things: It is the reason for the games of pretend, for the secret selves, for the spasms in the throat.
Lauren OliverIt's funny, isn't it? When you are young you just want to be old, and then later you wish you could go back to being a kid.
Lauren OliverWhat is beauty? Beauty is no more than a trick; a delusion; the influence of excited particles and electrons colliding in your eyes, jostling in your brain like a bunch of overeager school children, about to be released on break. Will you let yourself be deluded? Will you let yourself be decieved? -"On Beauty and Falsehood," The New Philosophy, by Ellen Dorpshire
Lauren Oliver