Isabella Grace

“Never walk alone at night, they tell you, if you're a girl.
And it isn't fair.
Because the night is when the world is quiet.
The night is when the air is clear. The night is wild and welcoming and Alice lets her head fall back, until all she sees is the sky, not black, as it should be, given the time, but a twisting tapestry of blue.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“Stories matter, Alice. When you live long enough, they're all you have.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“She is tired of keeping up appearances, of pretending this lonely life isn't wearing her from stone to sand”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“She held up her hand as if she had been badly scalded and said that my attempt to mansplain in the context of my white, cisgender privilege was repugnant to her and that she frankly wasn’t sure that even an immediate apology would erase the trauma my words had caused but that if I wrote an essay asking for forgiveness for my tone-deafness to the LGBTQ community as well as people of color, minorities, and the non-able-bodied, that might be a start.”
― John Kenney, I See You've Called in Dead