233 Quotes by V.E. Schwab

Of all the inventions Addie has seen her ushered into the world — steam-powered trains, electric lights, photography, and phones, and airplanes, and computers — movies might just be her favorite one. Books are wonderful, portable, lasting, but sitting there, in the darkened theater, the wide screen filling her vision, the world falls away, and for a few short hours she is someone else, plunged into romance and intrigue and comedy and adventure.

The thing about freedom - it doesn’t come naturally. Almost no one has it handed to them. I’m feee because I fought for it.

Knowledge may be power, but money buys both.

And there in the dark, he asks if it was really worth it.Were the instants of joy worth the stretches of sorrow?Were the moments of beauty worth the year of pain?And she turns her head, and looks at him, and says 'Always.

We may share an ability, you and I, but that does not make us equals.

I can't hold a pen. I can't tell a story. I can't wield a weapon, or make someone remember. But art", she says with a quieter smile, "art is about ideas. And ideas are wilder than memories. They're like weeds, always finding their way up.

When it did, he dreamed of her. Dreamed of her standing on his balcony, goading him to come out and play. He dreamed of her hand tangling in his, a pulse of power twining them together. He dreamed of them racing through foreign streets, not the London ones they'd navigated, but crooks and bends in places he'd never been, and ones he might never see. But there she was, at his side, pulling him towards freedom.

Abstracts, mostly. Nonsense art, my friend Jake calls it. But it’s not really nonsense, it’s just—other people paint what they see. I paint what I feel. Maybe it’s confusing, swapping one sense for another, but there’s beauty in the transmutation.

art is about ideas. And ideas are wilder than memories. They're like weeds, always finding their way up.