Magda looks at me as if I've gone mad. Or I've grown up. It's kind of the same thing.

— Victoria Schwab

People were messy. They were defined not only by what they'd done, but by what they would have done, under different circumstances, molded as much by their regrets as their actions, choices they stood by and those they wished they could undo. Of course, there was no going back - time only moved forward - but people could change. For worse. And for better. It wasn't easy. The world was complicated. Life was hard. And so often, living hurt. So make it worth the pain.

— Victoria Schwab

Properly buried."" Properly kept."" That is the way with witches."" And with all things.

— Victoria Schwab

She cracked a smile. "So what's your poison" He sighed dramatically, and let the truth tumble off his tongue. "Life." "Ah," she said ruefully. "That'll kill you.

— Victoria Schwab

Sing you a song and steal your soul.

— Victoria Schwab

...something more than the sum of its parts-

— Victoria Schwab

That's how he saw climbing, a physical exercise in positive and negative space. The vast expanse of white drawing the small, person-shaped speck into sharp relief.

— Victoria Schwab

The first trick to lying is to tell the truth as often as possible. If out start lying about everything, big and small, it becomes impossible to keep things straight, and you'll get caught. Once suspicion is planted it becomes exponentially harder to sell the next lie.

— Victoria Schwab

The only way to truly record a person is not in words, not in still frames, but in bone and skin and memory.

— Victoria Schwab

There are no monsters in the dark.

— Victoria Schwab