But this is my voice. How would you be able to tell when I was talking?
Lauren OliverMaybe this is the secret to talking to boys--maybe you just have to be angry all the time.
Lauren OliverWe should be protected from the people who will leave us in the end, from all the people who will disappear or forget us.
Lauren OliverWhat I meant was, you looked happier in the pictures.
Lauren OliverYou have to learn that people are always listening.
Lauren OliverEverything ends, people move on, they don't look back. It's how they should be.
Lauren OliverMots clés life
In my head I try and reach back, through the fence, past the smoke; I try and grab his hand and pull.
Alex, come back.
There is nothing to do but sink. The hours close around me, encase me completely, like a tomb.
The guard's name was Mo, short for Molasses, as in slow as molasses or thick as molasses. The nickname had been his since he was so young he no longer remembered what his real name was. ANd it was true that from his earliest infancy, although his heart was as big and as warm and as generous as an open hand, his brain had seemed just a tiny bit small.
Lauren OliverAre you a girl or a boy?' Liesl was wearing the same thin nightshirt she had been wearing since Tuesday, when her father died, and it occurred to her that if the ghost was a boy, she should cover up.
'Neither,' the ghost replied.
Liesel was startled. 'You have to be one or the other.'
'I don't have to be anything,' the ghost replied, sounding irritated. 'I am what I am and that's all. Things are different on the Other Side, you know. Things are... blurrier.
... he had never once been frightened of a living one before. They were too fragile, too easily broken and dismantled: They had bones that broke and skin that tore and hearts that gave up with a sigh and rolled over.
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