Sometimes I think maybe they were right all along, the people on the other side in Zombieland. Maybe it would be better if we didn't love. If we didn't lose either. If we didn't get our hearts stomped on, shattered: if we didn't have to patch and repatch until we're like Frankenstein monsters, all sewn together and bound up by who knows what. If we could just float along, like snow. But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosions of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?
Lauren OliverThe secret is,โ I say, whispering right into his ear, โthat yours was the best kiss Iโve ever had in my life.โ โBut Iโve never kissed you,โ he whispers back. Around us the rain sounds like falling glass. โNot since third grade, anyway.โ I smile, but Iโm not sure if he can see it. โBetter get started, then,โ I say, โbecause I donโt have much time.
Lauren Oliver