62 Quotes by Melissa Albert

Bleeding in three places, I watched her go, glad she knew I’d rather have retribution than comfort.

I remembered less from my own life than I did from the books I read.

It’s hard, isn’t it, to find you’re not at all the thing you thought you were?

I followed, realizing with a start that my footsteps made no sound on the tile floor, or the marble stairs. It was instantly disorienting, like trying to talk when your ears are stuffed.

And maybe everyone felt this way when they moved on – that everything they’d left behind smeared together like watercolors and washed away.

You might think it’s strange, but you get used to those karmic moments in the book business. Books want to be read, and by the right people. There’s nothing surprising in it, not to me.

I walked a block on rubbery knees, feeling the way I did the time a van clipped my bike and sent me reeling into a line of parked cars. Ella had dropped her cigarette and jumped on the fallen bike, screaming at the top of her lungs as she sped after the car. Bleeding in three places, I watched her go, glad she knew I’d rather have retribution than comfort.

I hated Tennessee Williams’s Laura. She reminded me too much of a fairy-tale character. Not the ones my grandmother wrote, allegedly – those women drew blood. No, she was the worst type of Grimm Brothers beauty: isolated, soft-spoken, waiting for a man to save her. She probably look like me.

You might think you have a really good reason, but nothing could be worth this. Nothing could be worth feeling this way. I feel like a changeling wearing someone else’s skin. I can’t remember what I liked, or what I wanted, why I worked or left the house or did anything. It’s all gone... I think whatever I used to be, it dropped through the binding. I wish the rest of me had gone with it.