Will

“Serena hadn't told Sydney to go home. She hadn't told her to run away. She told her to go somewhere safe. And over the course of the last week, safe had ceased to be a place for Sydney, and had become a person.

Specifically, safe had become Victor.”
― V.E. Schwab, Vicious

“You must make time for that which matters, for that which defines you: your passion, your progress, your pen. Take it up, and write your own story.”
― V.E. Schwab, Vicious

“You don't understand," gasped Eli. "No one understands."
"When no one understands, that's usually a good sign that you're wrong.”
― V.E. Schwab, Vicious

“He was like one of those pictures full of small errors, the kind you could only pick out by searching the image from every angle, and even then, a few always slipped by. On the surface, Eli seemed perfectly normal, but now and then Victor would catch a crack, a sideways glance, a moment when his roommate's face and his words, his look and his meaning, would not line up. Those fleeting slices fascinated Victor. It was like watching two people, one hiding in the other's skin. And their skin was always too dry, on the verge of cracking and showing the color of the thing beneath.”
― Victoria Schwab, Vicious