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Lauren Oliver
Age: 41
Born: 1982
Born: November 8
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Science Fiction Writer
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Westchester County
New York
Probably
Maybe
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His eyes are the color of honey. These are the eyes I remember from my dreams.
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Funny how time heals. Like that bullet in my ribs. It's there, I know it's there, but I can barely feel it at all anymore.
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Time jumps. It leaps. It pours away like water through fingers.
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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.
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Funny how certain things stay with you.
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No one can tell us no. No one can make us stop. We have picked each other and the rest of the world can go to hell.
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You should only fall in love with people who will fall in love with you back.
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It's as though the words are trapped, buried under past fears, past lives, like fossils compressed under layers of dirt.
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Happiness is found when no one is looking
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It's not my fault I can't be like you, okay? I don't get up in the morning thinking the world is one big, shiny, happy place, okay? That's just not how I work. I don't think I can be fixed.
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Is this freedom? Is it happiness? I don't know. I don't care anymore. It is different--it is being alive.
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Kent? I say, and my voice seems to have to rise from inside the fog, taking forever to get from my brain to my mouth. Yeah? Promise you'll stay here with me? I say. I promise, he whispers.
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Music, I think, he makes me feel like music
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The salt blowing off the sea makes the air feel textured and heavy.
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....love and desire enjoy a symbiotic relationship, meaning that one cannot exist without the other. Desire is an enemy to contentment desire is illness, a feverish brain. Who can be considered healthy who wants? The very word want suggests a lack, an impoverishment, and that is what desire is: an impoverishment of the brain, a flaw, a mistake.
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They didn’t get me, I should have said. They saved me.
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Snapshots, moments, mere seconds: as fragile and beautiful and hopeless as a single butterfly, flapping on against a gathering wind.
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In one of the tents, Julian is sleeping. And in another: Alex
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For the first time in a long time, I actually look at her. I've always thought Lena was pretty, but now it occurs to me that at some point - last summer? last year? - she became beautiful.
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Please understand. Please forgive me. I prayed every day for you to be alive, until hope became painful. Don't hate me. I still love you.
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