“Do you ever wonder why music brings a soul to surface? What makes beauty work as well as pain?” — 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
“A Corsai, a Malchai, and a Sunai walk into a bar— Everyone groaned, including August.” — 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’m willing to walk in darkness if it keeps humans in the light.” — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“Monsters,” he said slowly, “all want the same thing: to feed. They are united by that common goal, while you are all… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“I spent a long time playing that game,” she said. “Pretending there were other versions of this world, where other versions of… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“Mourning was its own kind of music—the sound of so many hearts, of so many breaths, of so many standing together.” — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“Perhaps it is in our best interest to... to surrender rather than waste words.” — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“Having something and losing it, it's so much crueler than never having had it.” — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“What do schools do that for?” he grumbles. “What’s the point of summer if they give you homework?” “Exactly!” — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“I am broken the way most writers are, stories leaking through the cracks.” — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
