But maybe you carried your demons with you everywhere, the way you carried your shadow.

— Lauren Oliver

But those are just words, and words are just stories, and eventually, always, stories come to an end.

— Lauren Oliver

But you can build a future out of anything. A scrap, a flicker. The desire to go forward, slowly, one foot at a time. You can build an airy city out of ruins.

— Lauren Oliver

Chance. Stupid, dumb, blind chance. Just a part of the strange mechanism of the world, with its fits and coughs and starts and random collisions.

— Lauren Oliver

Could it be? Samantha Kingston? Home? On a Friday?” I roll my eyes. “I don’t know. Did you do a lot of acid in the sixties? Could be a flashback.” “I was two years old in 1960. I came too late for the party.” He leans down and pecks me on the head. I pull away out of habit. “And I’m not even going to ask how you know about acid flashbacks.” “What’s an acid flashback?” Izzy crows. “Nothing,” my dad and I say at the same time, and he smiles at me.

— Lauren Oliver

Don't worry about what you're writing or whether it's good or even whether it makes sense.

— Lauren Oliver

Don't you get it? You can't tell me what to feel.

— Lauren Oliver

Do the other kids make fun of you? For how you talk?'' Sometimes.'' So why don't you do something about it? You could learn to talk differently, you know.' But this is my voice. How would you be able to tell when I was talking?

— Lauren Oliver

Dystopian novels help people process their fears about what the future might look like; further, they usually show that there is always hope, even in the bleakest future.

— Lauren Oliver

Every choice is limited. That's life.

— Lauren Oliver