“Everyone was made of sounds, and August had learned hers the first day they met.” — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“For one, dazzling, infinite moment, August felt like he was standing on a precipice, the end of one world and the beginning… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“A Corsai, a Malchai, and a Sunai walk into a bar— Everyone groaned, including August.” — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“August stared at her, aghast. "Did I know that kissing you would bring your soul to surface? That - THAT - would… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“August stopped rolling the apple, closed the book, forced himself to sit still, even though a still body was a busy mind-… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“Sight is an important thing, August. Without it, our minds invent, and the things they invent are almost always worse than the… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“I didn't stop fighting," he said, the words so low he worried Kate wouldn't hear them, but she did. "I just got… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“I don’t know who I am, and who I’m not, I don’t know who I’m supposed to be, and I miss who… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“People were messy. They were defined not only by what they'd done, but by what they would have done, under different circumstances,… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“Perhaps it is in our best interest to... to surrender rather than waste words.” — Victoria Schwab Copy Share
“The dead are silent, and objects, when they hold impressions, are quiet until you reach through them. But the touch of living is loud.… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share
“Having something and losing it, it's so much crueler than never having had it.” — Victoria Schwab Copy Share
“People are made up of so many small details. Some—like the smell of cookies baking—we can recreate. Or at least try.” — Victoria Schwab Copy Share
“I suppose it doesn't matter how they get out. All that matters is they do. And when they do, they must be found. They… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share
“The silliest things shatter you. A T-shirt discovered behind the washing machine. A toy that rolled under a cabinet in the garage, forgotten until… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share
“What a mess. Truths are messy and lies are messy, and I don’t care what Da said, it’s impossible to cut a person into… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share
“Let them think you a demon or a god,” she said. “Let them fear you. It does not matter.” “It matters a great deal… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share
“What do schools do that for?” he grumbles. “What’s the point of summer if they give you homework?” “Exactly!” — Victoria Schwab Copy Share
“I am broken the way most writers are, stories leaking through the cracks.” — Victoria Schwab Copy Share
“Do you ever wonder why music brings a soul to surface? What makes beauty work as well as pain?” — Victoria Schwab Copy Share
“But there was something else, too, a strange excitement at the idea of playing normal, and every time he tried to untangle how he… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share
“Maybe one day the words will pour out like so many others, easy and smooth and on their own. Right now they take pieces… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share
