I tend to keep very detailed journals of quotes/lines/paragraphs from books (and all media, really) that I really enjoy, but I don't always have them physically on me when I want to look things up, so I've decided I'm also going to start keeping a detailed digital journal here! This likely just means if I finish a book and really enjoyed it it'll foster the need for me to create a long post of every quote or part that was notable to me and that I knew I'd want to be able to access easily if necessary. (you would not believe how often I deem it necessary to look up the precise phrasing and wording of quotes such as this).
it'll be under the tag #infinity journal because that is the name of one of my other personal online databases of things such as this. That being said:
I just finished Vicious and I'm going to pull out some of the quotes I really liked and put them here so that they are easily accessible to me and perhaps that will make me feel a modicum less insane.
This feels obvious but Spoilers for Vicious by V. E. Schwab under the cut!
"By the time the first bell rang, signaling the end of Victor's art elective, he'd turned his parents' lectures on how to start the day into: 'Be lost. Give up. give In. In the end It would be better to surrender before you begin. be lost. Be lost And then you will not care if you are ever found.' / He'd had to strike through entire paragraphs to make the sentence perfect after he accidentally marked out ever and had to go on until he found another instance of the word. But it was worth it. The pages of black that stretched between if you are and ever and found gave the words just the right sense of abandonment."
"But what fascinated Victor most was the fact that something about Eli was decidedly wrong."
"Did you know," said Victor, skimming a book from the prison library on anatomy (he thought it particularly foolish to endow inmates with a detailed sense of the positions of vital organs, but there you go), "that when you take away a person's fear of pain, you take away their fear of death? You make them, in their own eyes, immortal. Which of course they're not, but what's the saying? We are all immortal until proven otherwise?"
"He was wearing the same kind of smile that made Victor nervous. Eli had as many different smiles as ice cream shops had flavors, and this one said he had a secret."
"The moments that define lives aren't always obvious. They don't always scream LEDGE, and nine times out of ten there's no rope to duck under, no line to cross, no blood pact, no official letter on fancy paper. They aren't always protracted, heavy with meaning. Between one sip and the next, Victor made the biggest mistake of his life, and it was made of nothing more than one line. Three small words. / 'I'll go first.'"
"Victor knew he was praying. It perplexed him, how someone about to play God could pray to Him, but it clearly didn't bother his friend."
"The paper called Eli a hero. The word made Victor laugh. Not just because it was absurd, but because it posed a question. If Eli was a hero, and Victor meant to stop him, did that make him a villain? / He took a long sip of his drink, tipped his head back against the couch, and decided he could live with that.
"Not God. This isn't divinity, Eli. It's science and chance." / "Maybe to a point, but when I climbed into that water, I put myself in His hands—" / "No," snapped Victor. "You put yourself in mine."
"a note for your thesis," he said as his friend lay there, gasping. "You thought our powers were somehow a reflection of our nature. God playing with mirrors, but you're wrong. It's not about God. It's about us. The way we think. The thought that's strong enough to keep us alive. To bring us back. You want to know how I know?" / He turned his attention to the table, looking for something new and sharp. "Because all I could think about when I was dying was the pain." He cranked the dial up in his mind, and let the room fill with Eli's scream. "And how badly I wanted to make it stop."
"It had started raining the day she'd been shot, and hadn't stopped since."
"She kept sinking, and kept reaching, and all she could think as she sank farther and farther away from her sister was come back come back come back. And then the world began to freeze around her, and there was so much cold, and that began to vanish, too, leaving only darkness. / Sydney later learned that Serena had come back, and that she pulled her up through the freezing water and onto the freezing lake before collapsing beside her."
'"Then tell them to let me go, too." / Serena stood beside the hospital bed, and ran her hand over Sydney's hair. "You need to stay a little longer." / The fight bled out of Sydney, and she found herself nodding, even as tears slid down her cheeks. Serena brushed them away with her thumb, and said, "I'm not gone." It reminded Sydney if sinking beneath the surface, of wanting her sister so badly to come back.'
"She felt like Alice in Wonderland. Like the soda must have had a little drink me tag and now the room was shrinking, or she was growing, or either way there wasn't enough space. Enough air."
"Back out front, Victor considered the storefront window, but he feared the Sharpies weren't big enough and besides, he didn't intend to get picked up for vandalism or all things, so he was forced to leave the window untouched. It was a shame, he thought, as they walked on. There had been an excerpt, blown up large and pasted on the window, and in a passage studded with overwrought gems—his favorite being 'out of the ruins of our self-made jails...'—he had seen the perfect opportunity to spell out a simple but effective 'we...ruin..all... we touch."
"No, Sydney," he said. "I need you to stay here." / "Why?" She asked. / "Because you don't think I'm a bad person," he said. "And I don't want to prove you wrong."
"Mitchell Turner was cursed. / Always had been. / Trouble followed him like a shadow, clinging to him no matter how much good light he tried to stand in. In his hands, good things broke and bad things grew."
"Mitch's curse, his maldición, as a Spanish foster mother had called it, was that bad things had a way of happening around him."
"Look, Sydney, there's something you need to understand about Victor—" / "He's not a bad man," she said. / "There are no good men in this game," said Mitch. / But Sydney didn't care about good. She wasn't sure she believed in it. "I'm not afraid of Victor." / "I know." He sounded sad when he said it.
"But these words people threw around—humans, monsters, heroes, villains—to Victor it was all just a matter of semantics. Someone could call themselves a hero and still walk around killing dozens. Someone else could be labeled a villain for trying to stop them. Plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human. The difference between Victor and Eli, he suspected, wasn't their opinion on EOs. It was their reaction to them. Eli seemed intent to slaughter them, but Victor didn't see why a useful skill should be destroyed, just because of its origin."
"And what happens when we're dead?" / "We won't die, then." / "You make cheating death sound so simple." / "We do seem awfully good at it," said Victor cheerfully. He lifted his glass. "To never dying." / "To being remembered." / Their glasses clinked as Eli added, "Forever."
"For and Ever. / The words were several pages apart, separated and surrounded by a sea of black. Not only that, but the word ever had been altered, part of a larger word, the for- preceding it blotted carefully out, which meant Victor was not trying to piece together the word forever from the text. / He clearly wanted it to be two separate words. Distinct. / For. / Ever."
"And Ulysses stopped up his ears against the siren's song," recited Victor, pulling the plugs from his own ears as Serena collapsed to the dirt lot, "for it was death."
"I watch you, and it's like watching two people." ... "It's why I let you stay," said Victor. "Why I liked you. All that charm outside, all that evil inside. There was a monster under there, long before you died."
"Enough," said Victor. Behind his eyes, the dial turned up. Eli screamed. "You aren't some avenging angel, Eli," he said. "You're not blessed, or divine, or burdened. You're a science experiment."
"You don't understand," gasped Eli. "No one understands." / "When no one understands, that's usually a good sign that you're wrong."
"Some hero," he heard Victor whisper with his two last, labored breaths.











