V.E. Schwab

For the ones who dream of stranger worlds

Such is the quandary when it comes to magic, that it is not an issue of strength but of balance. For too little power, and we become weak. Too much, and we become something else entirely.

For the ones who dream of stranger worlds

but men who waded into waters claiming they could swim should not need a raft

“No one suffers as beautifully as you.”

“Hesitation is the death of advantage,”

Purity without balance is its own corruption.

“Love doesn’t keep us from freezing to death, Kell,” she continued, “or starving, or being knifed for the coins in our pocket. Love doesn’t buy us anything, so be glad for what you have and who you have because you may want for things but you need for nothing.”

A respectable prison is still a prison

Trouble is the looker, she’d answer. It keeps looking till it finds you. Might as well find it first.