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
We're killers, all of us: We kill our lives, our past selves, the things that mattered. We bury them under slogans and excuses.
Of course. That's what people do in a disordered world, a world of freedom and choice: they leave when they want. They disappear, they come back, they leave again. And you are left to pick up the pieces on your own.
Are you sure you can't dematerialize? Not even a little?" "I'm sure.
I feel like I'm playing some giant video game, or trying to solve a really complicated math equation. 'One girl is trying to avoid forty raiding parties of between fifteen to twenty people each, spread out across a radius of seven miles. If she has to make it 2.7 miles through the center, what is the probablitiy she will wake up tomorrow morning in a jail cell? Please feel free to round pi to 3.14'.
This is the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you.
We are always being pushed and squeezed down one road or another. We have no choice but to step forward, and then step forward again, and then step forward again; suddenly we find ourselves on a road we haven't chosen at all.
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.
I'll find you," he says, watching me with the eyes I remember. "I won't let you go again
He was still in love with you, anyway.
Amor deliria nervosa. The deadliest of all deadly things.
For a second I think about how easy it would be to pass back to the other side, to walk straight into the laboratories and offer myself up to the surgeons. You were right; I was wrong. Get it out.
This is not the person I wanted to become: Hatred has carved a permanent place inside me, a hollow where things are so easily lost.
There are some losses we never get over.
I’m with Julian,” I say at last. This, after all, is what I have chosen.