Lauren Oliver

“If Conrad remembered the skinny, frightened girl he'd held for one brief moment on a frigid Boston street corner, he showed no signs of it when we met...Even as I tried to urge hum back against the pillows, he looked at me with wild eyes. "What happened to your leather jacket?" he asked. "Shh," I said, trying to sooth him. "There's no leather jacket." "You were wearing it the first time I saw you," he said, frowning slightly.”

“Eventually she came. She appeared suddenly, exactly like she'd done that day- she stepped into the sunshine, she jumped, she laughed and threw her head back, so her long ponytail nearly grazed the waistband of her jeans.After that, I couldn't think about anything else. The mole on the inside of her right elbow, like a dark blot of ink. The way she ripped her nails to shreds when she was nervous. Her eyes, deep as a promise. Her stomach, pale and soft and gorgeous, and the tiny dark cavity of her belly button.I nearly went crazy.”

“En fin, lo que quiero decires esto: tal vez tú puedas permitirte el lujo de esperar. Tal vez para ti haya un mañana. Tal vez para ti haya mil mañanas, o tres mil, o diez mil, y que te quede tanto tiempo que puedas bañarte en él, entretenerte, dejar que se te escurra entre los dedos. Tanto tiempo que puedas desperdiciarlo. Pero para otras personas, solo queda un hoy. ¿Y sabes qué? Es imposible saber a cuál de los dos grupos perteneces.”

“Y ahora, en serio: ¿te sorprende que no me diera cuenta antes? ¿Te sorprende que me llevara tanto tiempo pensar en esa palabra? Muerte. Morirse. Muerta. ¿Crees que fui tonta? ¿Ingenua? Trata de no prejuzgarme. Recuerda que tú y yo somos iguales. Yo también creía que mi vida iba a durar eternamente.”

“Puede que crea que me lo merecía. Tal vez no debería haberle mandado una rosa a Juliet o haberla empapado de cerveza en la fiesta. Tal vez no debería de haber copiado a Lauren Lornet en el examen. Tal vez no debería de haberle dicho lo que le dije a Kent. O quizás pienses que me lo merecía porque había decidido acostarme con Rob, porque no iba a conservar la virginidad y esas cosas. Pero antes de que empieces a señalarme con el dedo, déjame hacerte una pregunta: ¿tan mala fui? ¿Tanto que merecía morir, morir así? Las cosas que hice, ¿fueron mucho peores que las que hace cualquiera? ¿De verdad fueron peores que las que haces tú? Piénsalo.”

“Sometimes I imagine that Tack and I will just crap out— flake on the whole war, the struggle, the resistance. Say good-bye and see you never. We'll go up north and build a homestead together, far away from everyone and everything. We know how to survive. We could do it. Trap and hunt and fish for our food, grow what we can, pop out a whole brood of kids and pretend the rest of the world doesn't exist. Let it blow itself to pieces if it wants to.Dreams.”

“I learned to tell stories from my mom. "Your dad's not feeling well today," she'd say. I had an accident. She'd say, Remember what happened. You're a clumsy girl. You walk into a door. You tripped and stumbled down a staircase. My favorite story: He doesn't mean to.She was so good at telling stories that I started to believe them after a while. Maybe I was clumsy. Maybe it was my fault for provoking him.Maybe he didn't really mean to.”

“Maybe it would be better if we didn't love. If we didn't lose, either. If we didn't get out hearts stomped on, shattered; if we didn't have to patch and repatch it until we're like Frankenstein monsters, all sewn together by who knows what”

“There it is: the spoken admission that he was hers to lose. As soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel weirdly deflated, as though they've been swollen, balloonlike, in my chest this whole time”

“This is a monster-story, and he has come back to me a terror-creation, patched together, broken and hateful, and I will wake up and he will be here, and whole and mine again.”

“ There's a poster with Thomas Edison's quote: GENIUS IS 1 PERCENT INSPIRATION AND 99 PERCENT PERSPIRATION.”

“ In one,Einstein is pictured over the words GRAVITY IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR FALLING IN LOVE.”

“ "You're my hero," we both say at the same time. I don't hear Kent move, but all of a sudden his voice is closer, and he's found my hands in the dark, and he's cupping them in his.”

“Nos dijeron que el amor era una enfermedad. Nos dijeron que acabaría matándonos.Por primera vez me doy cuenta de que esto, también, podría ser una mentira.”

“Instantáneas, momentos, meros segundos: tan frágiles y bellos y desesperados como una única mariposa que aletea en el viento creciente.”

“Somehow, the pain only makes it better, more intense, more worth it.”

“-Todo el mundo está dormido. Llevan años dormidos. Tu parecias... despierta - susurra. Cierra los ojos, los vuelve a abrir-. Estoy harto de dormir.”

“Why couldn't you let me have it? Why did you have to take it? Why did you always take everything?”

“You're too skinny."I could almost laugh. "Yeah, well. The restaurants in the Wilds are mostly closed. They're mostly bombed, actually.”

“The gears of God don't turn unless all the pieces fit right.”

“They must learn that freedom will not keep them warm.”

“Of course, the wedding preparations are very stressful," my mother says.My father grunts. "You're not the one writing the checks.”

“You must hurt, or be hurt.”

“We have chosen a different road. And in the end that is the point of escaping the cure: We are free to choose.We are even free to choose the wrong thing.”

“She deserved an angel, and I wanted to be hers.”

“My mother had soft hands that smelled like soap, and a smile like the first bit of sunlight creeping over a trimmed lawn.”

“The sky is stained pink and purple, and the shadows are thick, stark brush strokes on the ground. But the air is still warm, and several trees are crowned with tiny green leaves.I like seeing the Wilds this way: skinny, naked, not yet clothed in spring. But reaching, too, grasping and growing, full of want and a thirst for sun that gets slaked a little bit more every day. Soon the Wilds will explode, drunk and vibrant.”

“An eye for an eye." "And the whole world goes blind," Coral puts in quietly.”

“When he speaks again, I can tell that he's smiling. "So I guess we saved each other.”

“Just for that moment, I feel as though I belong here.”

“It is as though he has just recognized me. Then his eyes continue to sweep, and my heart comes hammering back to my ribs. I'm just being paranoid.”

“At least when I'm sleeping I can dream myself back to Alex, can dream myself into a different world.”

“Sometimes I think maybe they were right all along, the people on the other side in Zombieland. Maybe it would be better if we didn't love. If we didn't lose either. If we didn't get our hearts stomped on, shattered: if we didn't have to patch and repatch until we're like Frankenstein monsters, all sewn together and bound up by who knows what. If we could just float along, like snow. But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosions of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?”

“If she could see the beauty of this underground world, and appreciate what it means: the music, the dancing, the feeling of fingertips and lips, like a moment of flight after a lifetime of crawling.”

“God bless Dunkin' Donuts.”

“This is the language of the world before - a world of chaos and confusion and happiness and despair - before the blitz turned streets to grids, cities to prisons, and hearts to dust.”

“And even though I'm standing in the middle of the biggest crowd I've ever seen in my life, I suddenly feel very alone.”

“The first thing she noticed were the lightbulbs in the ceiling. She wondered where the spindlers had gotten them, and where the wires for the electricity ran to, and pictured some poor family Above whose bills were always too high at the end of the month, and the father who would yell at the children about where all that power went - when really, of course, it was the spindlers that were the whole problem.”

“Are seeds of hope, yes. Of course."..."The nocturni are the bearers of the hope seeds."..."That's why it's such bad luck to cross them...They carry the seeds Above, and plant them in souls where they're needed.”

“-"your nocturna will never take another human, not for all the length of time in the universe and beyond. Your nocturna is wedded to your soul. Some even say"..."that it is the nocturni who carry souls into the Shadow World when we die, where they will keep watch over them and keep them safe forever. Some say that is nocturni's ultimate purpose.”

“Everything freezes. The blood stops flowing in my veins. My breath stops coming. For a second even the music falls aways and all I hear is something steady and quiet and pretty, like the distant beat of a drum, and I think, i'm hearing my heart, except I know that's impossible, because my heart has stopped too.”

“Di pomeriggio dormo e quando non riesco a dormire, chiudo gli occhi e immagino di essere dinuovo nella casa abbandonata al 37 di Brooks Street con Alex sdraiato accanto a me. Cerco diattraversare la cortina; immagino di poter in qualche modo disfare i giorni che sono passati dalla nostrafuga, di poter riparare quello strappo nel tempo, di potermi riprendere Alex.Ma ogni volta che riapro gli occhi sono ancora qui, su un materasso per terra, e ho ancora fame. Alex è vivo. Soltanto un altro sforzo, solo uno sprint finale, e vedrai.Quando Hana e io facevamo parte della squadra di atletica leggera, c’inventavamo giochetti mentalicome questi per mantenere lo stimolo. La corsa è uno sport mentale, più di qualsiasi altra cosa. Seibravo solo quanto il tuo allenamento, e il tuo allenamento è buono solo quanto il tuo modo di pensare.Se fai tutti e dodici i chilometri senza camminare, prenderai dieci in storia. Questo è il genere di cosache dicevamo l’una all’altra. A volte funzionava, a volte no. A volte ci arrendevamo, ridendo,all’undicesimo chilometro, dicendo Ooops! Ecco che sfuma il nostro voto di storia.Il fatto era che non ci interessava poi tanto. Un mondo senza amore è anche un mondo senzaobiettivi.Alex è vivo. Spingi, spingi, spingi.....Non sono pazza. Lo so che non è vivo, non può esserlo. Non appena termino la corsa e torno nelseminterrato della chiesa, mi colpisce come un muro la stupidità di tutto questo, la sua inutilità. Alex èandato e nessun allenamento, o corsa, o sofferenza me lo riporterà mai.Lo so. Ma il fatto è questo: mentre corro, c’è sempre quella frazione di secondo in cui il dolore mi statraggendo e riesco a malapena a respirare e vedo soltanto colori e macchie e in quella frazione disecondo, proprio mentre il dolore è insopportabile e diventa troppo, e c’è un calor bianco che mi attraversa, vedo qualcosa alla mia sinistra, un guizzo di colore (capelli rossicci, che ardono, una coronadi foglie) e in quel momento so che se soltanto voltassi la testa lo vedrei lì, che ride e mi guarda, abraccia aperte.Non volto mai la testa per guardarlo, ovviamente. Ma un giorno lo farò. Un giorno lo farò e lui saràtornato, e tutto andrà a posto.E fino a quel momento: corro. Mi viene in mente, a quel punto, che anche le persone sono piene di tunnel: spazi bui e tortuosi ecaverne; impossibile conoscere tutti i posti dentro di loro. Impossibile anche soltanto immaginarli”

“Take down the walls.That is, after all, the whole point. You do not know what will happen if you take down the walls; you cannot see through to the other side, don't know whether it will bring freedom or ruin, resolution or chaos. It might be paradise, or destruction.Take down the walls.Otherwise you must live closely, in fear, building barricades against the unknown, saying prayers against the darkness, speaking verse of terror and tightness. Otherwise you may never know hell, but you will not find heaven, either. You will not know fresh air and flying.”

“Names don't mean a thing anymore. The past is dead.”

“There is a vast world for us, a boundless space beyond and between the fences and the rules. We will travel it freely. We will be okay.”

“I don't know how i stay on my feet, why i don;t just shatter into dust right there, why my heart keeps beating when i want it so badly to stop”

“Nothing in the world is ever really nothing, and everything is possible in some way...”

“Time is really just a test of patience.”

“Amazing how hope lives. Without air or water, with hardly anything at all to nurture it.”

“By then the streets are empty and quiet, night about to fall, curfew about to come down like a giant warm embrace, keeping us all in our places, keeping us all safe.”