Joe

“And yet, she remembers, too, how she marveled at the city, the way the light swept through in the mornings and evenings, the grandeur carved out between the unhewn blocks; how, despite all the grime, and grief, and disappointment, Paris was full of surprises. Beauty glimpsed through cracks.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“So much of life becomes routine, but food is like music, like art, replete with the promise of something new.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“That he’d blinked and somehow years had gone by, and everyone else had carved their trenches, paved their paths, and he was still standing in a field, uncertain where to dig.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“the truth is, he likes driving. Or rather, he likes the white noise that comes with driving, the steady concreteness of going from here to there, the directions, the control. Most of all, he likes the inability to do anything else but drive, hands on the wheel, eyes on the road, music blaring through the speakers.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue