Lauren Oliver
Lauren Oliver
Lauren Oliveris an American author of the New York Times bestselling YA novels Before I Fall, which was published in 2010; Panic; and the Delirium trilogy: Delirium, Pandemonium and Requiem, which have been translated into more than thirty languages. She is a 2012 E.B. White Read-Aloud Award nominee for her middle-grade novel Liesl & Po, as well as author of the fantasy middle-grade novel The Spindlers. Panic, which was published in March 2014, has been optioned by Universal Pictures in...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth8 November 1982
CityQueens, NY
CountryUnited States of America
I said, I prefer the ocean when it's gray. Or not really gray. A pale, in-between color. It reminds me of waiting for something good to happen.
It's funny, isn't it? When you are young you just want to be old, and then later you wish you could go back to being a kid.
I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.
Hearts are fragile things. That's why you have to be so careful.
I guess that's what saying good-bye is always like--like jumping off an edge. The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you're in the air, there's nothing you can do but let go.
A good friend keeps your secrets for you. A best friend helps you keep your own secrets.
Fridays are the hardest in some ways: you’re so close to freedom.
You have to go forward: It's the only way. You have to go forward no matter what happens. This is the universal law.
I know that the whole point—the only point—is to find the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse to let them go.
Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge. That's what it is: an edge; a razor. It draws up through the center of your life, cutting everything in two. Before and after. The rest of the world falls away on either side.
I'd rather die on my own terms than live on theirs. I'd rather die loving Alex than live without him.
So many things become beautiful when you really look.
I'd rather die my way than live yours.
Anger is useful only to a certain point. After that, it becomes rage, and rage will make you careless.