Lauren DeStefano is an American young adult author. She is best known for the Chemical Garden series of novels and her gallows humor.
Linden just wants to protect her, is what I want to say. She's all he has. I left him. I'm at arms reach, but I've left him.
There is a silence so great that I can hear the ice crystals cracking and falling from eyelashes of girls who will never blink again.
Set fire to the broken pieces; start anew.
You've been captive for so long that you don't even realize you want freedom anymore.
I was born into a world that was already dying; I belong to it.
The seeds are tiny, unborn things, and I resent them. They'll be planted and they'll grow into exactly what they're meant to be.
The sullen boy sitting before me is not my husband, and the girl he is fretting over isn't me, will never be me.
Perhaps. . . you love too fiercely.
I always knew I was an excellent liar; I just didn't know that I had it in me to fool myself.
His three wives are huddled together on the bare mattress, one of them dying; when we're together, we form an alliance he can't touch. He's scared to even try.
I lost everyone I loved," I tell him. I wait for him to look at me, and then I add, "The day I met you.
Poor kid,' Jenna says, and rolls her eyes toward me for a moment. Then she returns to her book. 'She doesn't even understand what kind of place this is.
Even things that aren't broken can be fixed.
It was a terrible decision, and I confess I'd make it again.
We figure out what death means when we're born, practically, and we live our whole lives in some kind of weird denial about it.
Write words you’re willing to burn at the stake for. Write words you’d believe in even if the rest of the world didn’t.
But there’s no such thing as free. There are only different and more horrible ways to be enslaved.
It's never right to give up on someone.
I shake my head, watching snow tumble and swirl from an all-white sky. The world seems so clean if you only look up
Times like this, when she slips her hand into mine and holds on tight, and our husband becomes just a shadow in the doorway.