1,161 Quotes by Lauren Oliver

Why do you flirt with Mr. Daimler? He's a perv, you know."I'm so surprised by the question it takes me a second to answer. "Mr. Daimler is not a perv.""Trust me, he is.""Jealous?""Hardly.""I don't flirt with him, anyway."Kent rolls his eyes. "Sure."I shrug my shoulders. "Why so interested?"Kent goes red and drops his eyes to the floor. "No reason," he mumbles.

I vowed after that day that I would be your hero too, no matter how long it took

He gives a half laugh. “I thought if I had a party, you would come.” I feel a rush of embarrassment, heat spreading up from my toes. His comment is so unexpected I don’t know what to say. He doesn’t seem embarrassed though. He just sits there looking at me. So typical Kent. He never understood that you can’t just say something like that.

Everything in me feels fluttering and free, like I could take off from the ground at any second. Music, I think, he makes me feel like music.

And then, just at that moment, when I'm no longer sure if I'm dreaming or awake or walking some valley in between where everything you wish for comes true, I feel the flutter of his lips on mine.

I hate skin; I hate bones and bodies. I want to curl up inside of him and be carried there forever.

Everything has taken on a strange, distant quality - the sounds of running and shouting outside get warped and weird like they're being filtered through water, and Alex looks miles away. I start to think I might be dreaming, or about to pass out. And then I decide I'm definitely dreaming, because as I'm watching, Alex starts peeling his shirt off over his head.

Is what I did really so bad? So bad I deserve to die? So bad I deserved to die like that?I what I did really so much worse than waht anybody else does?Is it really so much worse than what you do?Think about it.

No guest rooms.” I shake my head resolutely. “I want to be in a room room. A lived-in room.