The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

by V.E. Schwab

What a luxury, to tell one’s story. To be read, remembered.

“Small places make for small lives. And some people are fine with that. They like knowing where to put their feet. But if you only walk in other people’s steps, you cannot make your own way. You cannot leave a mark.”

Never pray to the gods that answer after dark.

“Because happiness is brief, and history is lasting, and in the end,” he says, “everyone wants to be remembered.”

There’s no way to un-know the fact that someone is dying. It eats away all the normal, and leaves something wrong and rotten in its place.

there isn’t enough time, and he knows of course that there will never be. That time always ends a second before you’re ready. That life is the minutes you want minus one.