Patti

“Three hundred years she's had to learn the color of his moods. She knows them all by now, the meaning of every shade, knows his temper, wants, and thoughts, just by judging those eyes.
She marvels, that in the same amount of time, he never learned to read her own.
Or perhaps he only saw what he expected: a woman’s anger, and her need, her fear and hope and lust, all the simpler, more transparent things.
But he never learned to read her cunning, or her cleverness, never learned to read the nuances of her actions, the subtle rhythms of her speech.
And as she looks at him, she thinks of all the things her eyes would say.
That he has made a grand mistake.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“Belief is a bit like gravity. Enough people believe a thing, and it becomes as solid and real as the ground beneath your feet. But when you're the only one holding on to an idea, a memory, a girl, it's hard to keep it from floating away”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“And yet, you are unmarried?”
“No,” she says, “I confess, I do not want a master, and I’ve yet to find an equal.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“It is the kind of day designed for wood fires, and mugs of tea, and well-loved books.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue