“The dead are silent, and objects, when they hold impressions, are quiet until you reach through them. But the touch of living… — 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
“It was a game she sometimes played, ever since she learned about the theory of infinite parallels, the idea that a person's… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“Caring about someone is scary, Mac. I know. Especially when you’ve lost people. It’s easy to think it’s not worth it. It’s… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“The moments that define lives aren't always obvious. They don't always scream LEDGE, and nine times out of ten there's no rope… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“Everything about Wesley Ayers is messy. My three worlds are kept apart by walls and doors and locks, and yet here he… — 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
“It becomes a game, whispered and breathless. "I hide who I am." "I fight with the dead." "I lie to the living."… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“The moments that define lives aren't always obvious. They don't scream LEDGE, and nine times out of ten there's no rope to… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“Victor wondered about lots of things. He wondered about himself (whether he was broken, or special, or better, or worse) and about… — 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
“I am blotting out pieces of my life. I am blotting out everything but this. But him. I exhale as he brushes… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“What if I mess up?" "Oh, you will. You'll mess up, you'll make mistakes, you'll break things. Some you'll be able to… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“The shared secret of our second lives hangs between us, not like a weight, but like a lifeline.” — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“Everyone insists [motherhood] is her purpose, and it drives her mad, the idea that the shape of her body determines the shape… — Victoria Schwab Copy Share Image
“I want to be oblivious to the hurt written on her face. I want to be selfish and young and normal. M… — 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
