Every day, streets papered with more and more for. Reward, reward, reward. Reward for information. If you see something, say something. A paper town, a paper world: paper rustling in the are whispering to me, hissing out a message of poison and jealousy. If you know something, do something. I'm sorry, Lena.

— Lauren Oliver

Everyone is asleep. They've all been asleep for years. You seemed ... awake.' Alex is whispering now. He closes his eyes, opens them again.' I'm tired of sleeping.

— Lauren Oliver

Everyone just wasting time because they have so much of it to waste, minutes slipping by on who's with who and did you hear.

— Lauren Oliver

Everyone you trust, everyone you think can count on, will eventually disappoint you. When left to their own devices, people lie and keep secrets and change and disappear…

— Lauren Oliver

Everything else is nothing.

— Lauren Oliver

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

— Lauren Oliver

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.

— Lauren Oliver

Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame.

— Lauren Oliver

Find the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse to let them go.

— Lauren Oliver

Finishing books - and leaving the world you've created - is always a kind of emotionally wrenching experience. I usually cry.

— Lauren Oliver