Kylee Moore

“You didn’t come.”

“You didn’t call.”

She looks down at their tangled hands. “Tell me, Luc,” she says. “Was any of it real?”

“What is real to you, Adeline? Since my love counts for nothing?”

“You are not capable of love.”

He scowls, his eyes flashing emerald. “Because I am not human? Because I do not wither and die?”

“No,” she says, drawing back her hand. “You are not capable of love because you cannot understand what it is to care for someone else more than yourself. If you loved me, you would have let me go by now.”

Luc flicks his fingers. “What nonsense,” he says. “It is because I love you that I won’t. Love is hungry. Love is selfish.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“Do you know how to live three hundred years?” she says. And when he asks how, she smiles. “The same way you live one. A second at a time.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“art is about ideas. And ideas are wilder than memories. They're like weeds, always finding their way up.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“Déjà vu. Déjà su. Déjà vécu. ”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue