1,161 Quotes by Lauren Oliver

Decaf. The single worst word in the English language.

That’s my favorite thing about him. I like to lie next to him when it’s late, dark, and so quiet I can hear my own heartbeat. It’s times like that when I’m sure that I’m in love.

Sometimes I feel as though there are two me’s, one coasting directly on top of the other: the superficial me, who nods when she’s supposed to nod and says what she’s supposed to say, and some other, deeper part, the part that worries and dreams... Most of the time they move along in sync and I hardly notice the split, but sometimes it feels as though I’m two whole different people and I could rip apart at any second.

He looks funny in a suit jacket, like a bear dressed up in costume for the circus. I would never tell him that, though.

His easiness and self-assurance aggravate me, just like they did at the labs. It’s so unfair, so different from how I feel, like I’m about to have a heart attack, or melt into a puddle.

I’d rather die on my own terms than live on theirs.

I started to think about time, and how it keeps moving and draining and flowing forever forward, seconds into minutes into days into years, all of it leading to the same place, a current running forever in one direction. And we’re all going and swimming as fast as we can, helping it along.

That’s what Zombieland is: frozen, calm, quiet.

He hated mosquitoes. Spiders too, although he liked outer insects, found them fascinating. Like humans, in a way- stupid and sometimes vicious, blinded by need.