62 Quotes by Melissa Albert

Like all good bookshops, Edgar’s was a pocket universe, where time moved slow as clouds.

Lana was a ceramicist in her second year at Pratt who looked like David Bowie’s even hotter sister and wore hideous clothes that looked good on her anyway.

Hell is caring about other people.

Everyone is supposed to be a combination of nature and nurture, their true selves shaped by years of friends and fights and parents and dreams and things you did too young and things you overheard that you shouldn’t have and secrets you kept or couldn’t and regrets and victories and quiet prides, all the packed-together detritus that becomes what you call your life.

The quickest way to end this is to begin it, and that’s no way to start, is it?

His expression mirrored what I felt – the black-hole suck of exhaustion that strikes after a trauma. When everything has changed and your messed-up brain is flying around the stars – then your body and all its needs imposes itself, cutting you off from madness.

And while they’re being told, stories create the energy that makes this world go. They keep our stars in place. They make our grass grow.

Life was a big thing to live without a map.