Immortality: A Love Story (The Anatomy Duology #2)

by Dana Schwartz

If her reputation was already ruined, Hazel thought, well, so be it. Little harm it did to continue to ruin it.

Now she had no one to share ideas with except her own notebook.

“I much prefer nights in, and getting a good night’s sleep. Drinking tea and reading a book and to bed by nine.”

It was a rare gift, Hazel thought, to be surrounded by intelligent people who actually cared what you had to say.

A muse was celebrated, sure, praised and feted, but she existed entirely at the mercy of her artist, who was placing her high on a pedestal so small it didn’t allow her to move more than a step in either direction lest she fall.

it must be hard to exist as both a symbol and a person.

There was no hope arguing with a lie people wanted to believe.

Hope was a dangerous thing. Most of the pain in the world, Jack had learned, was because of hope.

Same story as always: they’re liberal until they’re old and rich and scared.”

“But turns out true stupidity is believing you’re secretly brilliant.”

There are always women behind the scenes, pulling the strings, Hazel. We are invisible to history, but we also survive.”

“I’ve found that long conversations are always more manageable with a cup of tea.”