Kristi Borgman

“The Story of Solomon is the only way I know how to explain.

And then, in smaller letters:

Forgive me.”
― Lauren Oliver, Requiem

“I'll find you," he says, watching me with the eyes I remember. "I won't let you go again”
― Lauren Oliver, Requiem

“I wasn't just thinking of me. I was thinking of her, too.”
― Lauren Oliver, Requiem

“How did I love her?
Let me count the ways.
The freckles on her nose like the shadow of a shadow; the way she chewed on her lower lip when she walked and how when she ran she looked like she was born going fast and how she fit perfectly against my chest; her smell and the touch of her lips and her skin, which was always warm, and how she smiled.
Like she had a secret.
How she always made up words during Scrabble. Hyddym (secret music). Grofp (cafeteria food). Quaw (the sound a baby duck makes). How she burped her way through the alphabet once, and I laughed so hard I spat out soda through my nose.
And how she looked at me like I could save her from everything bad in the world.
This was my secret: she was the one who saved me.”
― Lauren Oliver, Requiem