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The devil stole into the Garden of Eden.

He carried with him the disease— amor deliria nervosa —

in the form of a seed. It grew and flowered into a

magnificent apple tree, which bore apples as bright as blood.


Lauren Oliver

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. . . Liesl & Po is the embodiment of what writing has always been for me at its purest and most...
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What glitters may not be gold; and even wolves may smile; and fools will be led by promises to their...
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It's so strange how life works: You want something and you wait and wait and feel like it's taking f...
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I vowed after that day that I would be your hero too, no matter how long it took
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In a world without love, this is what people are to each other: values, benefits, and liabilities, n...
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We wanted the freedom to love. We wanted the freedom to choose. Now we have to fight for it.
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I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to ...
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You can't be happy unless you're unhappy sometimes".
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I'd rather die my way than live yours.
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That is the rule of the Wilds: You must be bigger and stronger and tougher. You must hurt or be hurt...
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Promise me we'll stay together, okay?" His eyes are once again the clear blue of a perfectly transpa...
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My boyfriend's an idiot," I say as soon as he lurches away.

"A cute idiot," Ally c...
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In my dream I know I am falling. But there is no up or down, no walls or sides or ceilings, just the...
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It’s for the best. But no matter how many times I repeat it, the strange, hollow feeling in my sto...
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The rules of Panic are simple. Anyone can enter. But only one person will win.
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Her fierce and fearful friend --who loved country music and cherry Pop Tarts and singing in public a...
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Chance. Stupid, dumb, blind chance. Just a part of the strange mechanism of the world, with its fits...
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And when I wake up it's wonderful, like I've been carried quietly onto a calm, peaceful shore, and t...
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Memory is like that, too. We build careful bridges. But they're weaker than we think.
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The funny thing about almost-dying is that afterward everyone expects you to jump on the happy train...
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How do I know I can trust you?' she said finally.
'That's the thing about trust.' He crunched a...
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But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherev...
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Now, after so many years, I understand what the Coldness was and where it came from—this sense tha...
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I run for I don't know how long. Hours, maybe, or days. Alex told me to run. So I run. You have to u...
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Could it be? Samantha Kingston? Home? On a Friday?”
I roll my eyes. “I don’t know. Did y...
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I shiver, thinking how easy it is to be totally wrong about people-to see one tiny part of them and ...
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Here's another thing to remember: hope keeps you alive. Even when you're dead, it's the only thing t...
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Most of the time - 99 percent of the time - you just don't know how and why the threads are looped t...
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Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of th...
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One of the strangest things about life is that it will chug on, blind and oblivious, even as your pr...
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Now I'd rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years sm...
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And now I know why they invented words for love, why they had to: It's the only thing that can come ...
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[S]he'd realized that he had loved her only because she belonged to him.
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Sometimes I feel as though there are two me's, one coasting directly on top of the other: the superf...
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Everything in me feels fluttering and free, like I could take off from the ground at any second. Mus...
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Time becomes a stutter-the space between drumbeats, splintered into fragments, and also endlessly lo...
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If you're ever wishing for things to go back to the way they were. You just have to look up
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That’s when you realize the most of it—life, the relentless mechanism of existing—isn’t abou...
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Someday all the wilds will be razed, and we will be left with a concrete landscape, a land of pretty...
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I wonder idly how long i can go without sleep before I flip my shit and start running down the stree...
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Finishing books - and leaving the world you've created - is always a kind of emotionally wrenchi...
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Everything looks stark and vivid and frozen, as though drawn precisely and outlined in ink - parents...
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I’ll tell you another secret, this one for your own good. You may think the past has something to ...
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It's funny, isn't it? When you are young you just want to be old, and then later you wish you could ...
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Live free or die.
Four words. Thirteen letters. Ridges, bumps, swirls under my fingertips.
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Grief is like sinking, like being buried. I am in water the tawny color of kicked-up dirt. Every bre...
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That was what her parents did not understand—and had never understood—about stories. Liza told h...
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This is the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you.
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Be honest: Are you surprised that I didn't realize sooner? Are you surprised that it took me so long...
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I want to apologize to you,” she says calmly.
“Oh yeah? For what?” I don’t have time fo...
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I'm a nonperson, a shadow, a ghost. Even before the accident I'm not sure that I was a whole ...
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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...
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My heart shoots into my throat every time I think I see his loping walk, or catch sight of some flop...
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i feel like a curtain has dropped away and i'm seeing people for who they really are, different, and...
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Who the hell calls at two in the morning?"
"Maybe it's Matt Wilde, confessing his love," Lindsa...
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Love will turn the whole world into something greater than itself.
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How did I love her?
Let me count the ways.
The freckles on her nose like the shadow of a s...
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Everyone is asleep. They've all been asleep for years. You seemed ... awake.' Alex is whispering now...
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A good friend keeps your secrets for you. A best friend helps you keep your own secrets.
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Quizá para ti hay un
mañana. Quizá para ti hay mil mañanas, o tres mil, o diez mil, tanto t...
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That’s when I realized that certain moments go on forever. Even after they’re over they still go...
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(I)f you do not believe that hearts can bloom suddenly bigger, and that love can open like a flower ...
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I used to think that's what love was: knowing someone so well he was like a part of you.
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How is it possible, I think, to change so much and not be able to change anything at all?
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With 'Delirium,' I had to spend time thinking about the political, social and religious stru...
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