Replica Lauren Oliver Quotes

Normal is a word invented by boring people to make them feel better about being boring.

A strange and baffling truth: that the people we're supposed to know best can turn out to be strangers, and that near strangers can feel so much like home.

They would face it together, as they were then: turned human by joy, by a belonging that felt just like freedom.

Lyra and Caelum: the two replicas with names plucked straight from the stars.

That was the problem with the outside world, the human world. The whole thing was made up puzzles, of a language she didn't quite speak.

But it was true she had never hurt anyone to get what she wanted. Was that what made her less than human?

When she was little, she'd liked to pretend that stars were really lights anchoring distant islands, as if she wasn't looking up but only out across a dark sea. She knew the truth now but still found stars comforting, especially in their sameness. A sky full of burning replicas.

Caelum was right: Why should they have to give so much, and never take anything in return? If everyone believed they were monsters, shouldn't they at least be allowed to have teeth?

the two replicas with names plucked straight from the stars.

As if they each belonged two separate realities that only coexisted momentarily

She'd also learned that curiosity lead to disappointment: that it was better not to want, not to look, not to wonder.

When Lyra read, it was as if a series of small windows open in the back of her mind, flooding her with light and fresh air and visions of other places, other lives, other, period.

He thought she was happy. She didn't have the heart to tell him the truth. There was no need, anyway. Happiness never lasted, because happiness didn't pay dividends. That was just the way the world worked.

Words were funny things, she thought. The best ones carried dozens of other words nestled inside of them. "Thank you," she repeated. I love you, she thought. Good-bye.

Monsters, they call us. Demons.

So we're different. Who cares? We chose to escape together. We chose to stay together. We chose each other, didn't we?

Sometimes, on sleepless nights, we wonder if they’re right.

He smiled, and behind his eyes were doors that opened and said come in.

She knew that there were electrical currents in the body and was what she was reminded of now. of currents flowing between them, of thousands of lights.

She had no context. She was a word on a blank page. There was no way to read meaning into it. No wonder she felt so alone.

Nothing says romance like industrial-sized rolls of toilet paper.