Gryffin

“Are you afraid of dying? Holland had asked him in the alley. And Kell was. Had always been, ever since he could remember. He feared not living, feared ceasing to exist. Lila's world may believe in Heaven and Hell, but his believed in dust. He was taught early that magic reclaiemd magic, and earth reclaimed earth, the two dividing when the body died, the person they had combined to be simply forfeit, lost. Nothing lated. Nothing remained.”
― V.E. Schwab, A Darker Shade of Magic

“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

“What gives you the right to play judge and jury and executioner?”
― V.E. Schwab, Vicious

“Aren't you afraid of dying?" he asked Lila now.
She looked at him as if it were a strange question. And then she shook her head. "Death comes for everyone," she said simply. "I'm not afraid of dying. But I am afraid of dying here." She swept her hand over the room, the tavern, the city. "I'd rather die on an adventure than live standing still.”
― Victoria Schwab, A Darker Shade of Magic