56 Quotes by Heidi Heilig

Who said it was thieves who know the price of everything and the value of nothing?”“Oscar Wilde,” I said. “And it’s cynics, not thieves.”“Ah! That explains it, then.

She is not philosophy, I am not an ethical question. I will not risk my existence to satisfy your curiosity.

Don’t get caught. The last thing we need is for you to go to jail.”“For treason?” he said, running a comb through his tousled hair. “We wouldn’t go to jail.”“Really?”“We’d be shot.”“You always know just what to say.”“I try to look on the bright side.

I’ve always tried to resemble a brave man. It didn’t used to be so hard—and I’ve had so much practice pretending. After all, when you’re a thief, you’re always pretending not to be. The same is true when you’re poor. And sometimes also when you’re in love.

I glared at him. “I wish you’d stay out of my room.”“That’s a funny joke, princess, when you’re talking to a thief.

But even if the captain rewrites his own history, how could it affect your reality? I’m from a place you call a fairy tale, and I’m still here.” "But . . . the Vaadi Al-Maas was real once. People believed in it.” "I believe in you. Simple enough, right?” His smile was heartbreaking.

If you could go anywhere, where would you want to go?” “Could we find a map of someplace perfect?”“Like paradise?” I asked, teasing. “Here? No.” He stared upward, the first stars shining in his eyes. “A better place. Someplace where nothing goes wrong. There must be a myth like that somewhere.” I bit my lip; my shoulders fell. “Navigation involves the beliefs of the Navigator and the mapmaker. And I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who truly believes in a world without suffering.

Jesus, Dad,” I said as people stared. “Someone will rob you.”The captain laughed. “Yeah.” He jerked his chin toward Kash. “Him.

And what of the memories Nix had claimed to have? The memories I was missing? Was my mind so malleable a stranger could change it? Were all of my thoughts now suspect? The wounds and the wonders I’d carried from my youth—the dreams and desires I’d fostered for my future . . . the love and longing for the girl who’d stolen my heart?