Holly Black Quotes

Our tragedy is that we forget it might be someone else first.

Even from the beginning, that was the problem. People liked pretty things. People even liked pretty things that wanted to kill and eat them.

We are, largely, who we remember ourselves to be

This is the part in the movie where that guy says, "Zombies? What zombies?" just before they eat his brains. I don't want to be that guy.

I'm afraid my voice is going to break. I am afraid she is going to hear how much this hurts.

What an author doesn't know could fill a book.

I thought you were her knight, but you have become only her woodsman--taking little girls into the forest to cut out their hearts.

I have no memory of climbing the stairs up to the roof. I don't even know how to get where I am, which is a problem since I'm going to have to get down, ideally in a way that doesn't involve dying.

We all wind up drawn to what we're afraid of, drawn to try to find a way to make ourselves safe from a thing by crawling inside of it, by loving it, by becoming it.

Lie until even you believe it - that's the real secret of lying

I know how to be the witness to her grief. I don't know how to be this kind of villain.

She knew what it felt like to tremble like that before touching someone -- desire so acute that it became despair.

Crippled things are always more beautiful. It's the flaw that brings out beauty.

Maybe it was that nearly everyone else was dead and she felt a little bit dead too, but she figured that even a vampire deserved to be saved. Maybe she ought to leave him, but she wasn't going to.

Keep going' she told herself, 'Don't look back.' But she looked anyways.

She'd always been a little contemptuous of beauty, as though it was something you had to trade away some other vital thing for.

I like all the things that make you monstrous.

He was as honest as any criminal can hope to be.

This is never going to be over,” I shout. “Someone will always be after me. There’s always consequences. Well, BRING IT. I am done with being afraid, and I am done with you.

Every plan is a house of cards.

It makes you a different person, to not have a past. It eats away at who you are, until what’s left is all construct, all artifice.

You want me to say something? Okay. Sometimes I think I am what you made me. And sometimes I don’t know who I am at all. And either way I’m not happy.

Sometimes,” Sam says, “I can’t tell when you’re lying.” “I never lie,” I lie.

I want you and I hate wanting things and I especially hate admitting I want them.

You have to write a lot. And you have to rewrite what you wrote a lot more.

But if you didn't believe in monsters, then how were you going to be able to keep safe from them?

He runs to the sink to spit it out. I grin. There’s nothing quite as funny as someone else’s misery.

Refills are free,” the waitress tells us with a frown, like she’s hoping we’re not the kind of people who ask for endless refills. I am already pretty sure we are exactly those people.

His eyes look too bright, the way the do in people who are in love, people who are enraged, and people who are completely bonkers.

Let me look out for you. Let your enemies become mine.

All friendships are negotiations of power.

Ruthless. That’s my girl.

Nobody ever really sees me the way I am, underneath everything. But she did. She does.

Death’s favorites don’t die.

Being infected, being a vampire, it’ s always you. Maybe it’ s more you than ever before. It’ s you as you always were, deep down inside.

She didn't know how much she'd been hoping that he still loved her, until she felt how much it hurt to realize he didn't.

Boys never believe I can beat them, she told me back then. But I always win in the end.

It's okay," he informs me. "Your grandfather is teaching me how to play poker." If I know Grandad, that means what he'll really be teaching Sam is how to cheat.

She sits up. I can’t read her expression, but her cheeks look a little pink. “I didn’t think you were going to be here.” “I live here.

Jones looks like he wants to slug me, which is only subtly different from his usual way of looking at me like I'm a slug.

Everything was strange and beautiful and swollen with possibilities.

Allow me to explain how my whole life has prepared me for this moment. I am used to girls screaming, and your screams – will be sweeter than another’s cries of love.

Once, there was a girl who vowed she would save everyone in the world, but forgot herself.

There are dog people and cat people.

Once, she made a boy come out of his house and kiss her under the streetlight. It was her first kiss. She thinks it was probably his, too. She never told him and she never, ever will.

I'm afraid that whatever I touch is spoilt by the contact." "I'm not scared of being spoiled," Val said.

It’s hard to look at Barron now, but I do. He’s smirking. His black hair and black suit make him into a shadow, as if I conjured some dark mirror of myself.

For me the curse is a crutch, but the con is everything.

You're yourself," Tana said, grinning. "More purely yourself than anyone I know. And if you can't see who that is anymore, then see yourself the way I see you.

She took a deep breath, "Last chance. Are you in need of rescuing?" His expression turned very strange, almost as if she'd struck him, "yes," he said finally. -Tana and Gavriel-page 33- chapter 5