My heart is drumming in my chest so hard it aches, but it's the good kind of ache, like the feeling you get on the first real day of autumn, when the air is crisp and the leaves are all flaring at the edges and the wind smells just vaguely of smoke - like the end and the beginning of something all at once.
Lauren OliverThis is the language of the world beforeโa world of chaos and confusion and happiness and despairโbefore the blitz turned streets to grids, cities to prisons, and hearts to dust.
Lauren OliverNo one can tell us no. No one can make us stop. We have picked each other and the rest of the world can go to hell.
Lauren Oliver