Lauren Oliver
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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
Lauren Oliver quotes about
Fridays are the hardest in some ways: you’re so close to freedom.
I'd rather die on my own terms than live on theirs. I'd rather die loving Alex than live without him.
Anger is useful only to a certain point. After that, it becomes rage, and rage will make you careless.
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.
This is the first day of my new beginning. From now on I'm going to do things right. I'm going to be a different person, a good person. I'm going to be the kind of person who would be remembered well, not just remembered.
Amor deliria nervosa. The deadliest of all deadly things.
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.
You can't tell me what to feel
Amor deliria nervosa isn't a disease of love. It's a disease of selfishness.
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.
It's too late. I've seen things...I've lost things you can't understand.
For a split second, he had looked almost like my Alex again.
Live free or die.
I was glad when the invalids were executed