The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

What is a person, if not the marks they leave behind?

There is a freedom, after all, in being forgotten

Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives—or to find strength in a very long one.

“But isn’t it wonderful,” she says, “to be an idea?”

“You can’t make people love you, Hen. If it’s not a choice, it isn’t real.”

God, it feels good to be wanted.

You deserve someone who loves you as you are. The good and the bad and the maddening.”

because Addie LaRue is immortal, and Henry Strauss is damned.

They tell you to be yourself, but they don’t mean it, and I’m just tired

honesty such a heavy thing