#liver

Was he hungry? He'd had an enormous breakfast, but the transition from the glimpse had taken a lot out of him. Did they serve lunch in Hell? Should he have packed a snack? Why was he suddenly thinking about food? ↗

— Melissa de la Cruz

#oliver #food

Deliverance is about what I went through the first time. And I chalk it up as a learning experience. ↗

— Bubba Sparxxx

#chalk #deliverance #experience #first #first time

They haven't killed us yet," I say, and I imagine that one day I will fly a plane over Portland, over Rochester, over every fenced-in city in the whole country, and I will bomb and bomb and bomb, and watch all their buildings smoldering to dust, and all those people melting and bleeding into flame, and I will see how they like it. If you take, we will take back. Steal from us, and we will rob you blind. When you squeeze, we will hit. This is the way the world is made now. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#lauren-oliver #lena #pandemonium #wilds #imagination

Exercise II. Write a diary, imagining that you are trying to make an old person jealous. I have written an example to get you started: Dear Diary, I spent the morning admiring my skin elasticity. God alive, I feel supple. ↗

— Joe Dunthorne

#oliver-tate #humor

One of the strangest things about life is that it will chug on, blind and oblivious, even as your private world - your little carved out sphere - is twisting and morphing, even breaking apart. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#lauren-oliver #life

She found herself wondering at what point in her life she had ceased to be Gulliver and had become the strings holding him to the ground. ↗

— Erica Bauermeister

#gulliver #responsibility #life

Schuyler pulled Oliver close and hugged him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered. Thank you for loving me enough to let me go. ↗

— Melissa de la Cruz

#oliver #schuyler #love

I know the rules. I've been living here longer than you have." He cracks a smile then. He nudges me back. "Hardly." "Born and raised. You're a transplant." I nudge him again, a little harder, and he laughs and tries to catch hold of my arm. I squirm away, giggling, and he stretches out to tickle my stomach. "Country bumpkin!" I squeal, as he grabs out and wrestles me back onto the blanket, laughing. "City slicker," he says, rolling over on top of me, and then kisses me. Everything dissolves: heat, explosions of color, floating. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#delirium #lauren-oliver #lena #love #romance

The idea—the fact of it, the fact that he even noticed and thought about me for more than one second—is huge and overwhelming, makes my legs go tingly and my hands feel numb. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#delirium #lauren-oliver #lena #love #love

I've always been able to see you," I say. "It's a rather lovely view. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#oliver #love