The Archive makes us monsters. And then it breaks the ones…

“She couldn't break the orbit.”

— Victoria Schwab

“Perhaps it is in our best interest to... to surrender rather than waste words.”

— Victoria Schwab

“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

“Having something and losing it, it's so much crueler than never having had it.”

— Victoria Schwab

“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

“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

“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

“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

“People aren't smart when it comes to the dead.”

— Victoria Schwab

“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

“What do schools do that for?” he grumbles. “What’s the point of summer if they give you homework?” “Exactly!”

— Victoria Schwab

“I am broken the way most writers are, stories leaking through the cracks.”

— Victoria Schwab

“Do you ever wonder why music brings a soul to surface? What makes beauty work as well as pain?”

— Victoria Schwab

“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

“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