We're killers, all of us: We kill our lives, our past selves, the things that mattered. We bury them under slogans and excuses.
Lauren OliverTime becomes a stutter-the space between drumbeats, splintered into fragments, and also endlessly long, as long as soaring guitar notes that melt into one another, as full as the dark mass of bodies around me. I feel like the air downstairs has gone to liquid, to sweat and smell and sound, and I have broken apart in it. I am wave: I am pulled into the everything. I am energy and noise and a heartbeat going boom, boom, boom, echoing the drums.
Lauren OliverThe tunnels may be long, and twisted, and dark; but you are supposed to go through them.
Lauren OliverThe sparrows jumped before they knew how to fly, and they learned to fly only because they had jumped.
Lauren Oliver