The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

by V.E. Schwab

Stories are a way to preserve one’s self. To be remembered. And to forget.

the irony is hardly lost on you that in wanting to live, to learn, to find yourself, you’ve gotten lost.

“Pain can be beautiful,” he says, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “It can transform. It can create.”

That time always ends a second before you’re ready. That life is the minutes you want minus one.