Holly Black Quotes

If you hurt me, I wouldn't cry. I would hurt you back.

By the time dad died, the junk was so piled up that there were tunnels instead of rooms.

I need you to be happy. I need one of us to be happy.

The three of you have one solution to every problem. No key fits every lock. Cardan gives us all a stern look, holding up a long-fingered hand with my stolen ruby ring still on one finger. Someone tr...

I consider kissing her right there on the dirty couch, but self-preservation stops me. Once someone hurts you, it’s harder to relax around them, harder to think of them as safe to love. But it doesn’t...

There are no words for how much I will miss her, but I try to kiss her so that she'll know. I try to kiss her to tell her the whole story of my love, the way I dreamed of her when she was dead, the wa...

I can learn to live with guilt. I don't care about being good.

Crowns of flowers on our heads, shooting bows and arrows at the sky. Eating candied violets and falling asleep with our heads pillowed on logs. We were children. Children can laugh all day and still c...

Love changes us, but we change how we love too.

It was a vow, a piece of a chant, their scripture, something they took so seriously that saying it aloud embarrassed them.

She tastes like every dark thought I've ever had.

People said that video games were bad because they made you numb to death, made you register entrails splattering across a screen as a sign of success. In that moment, Val thought that the real proble...

You shouldn't let it bother you, Drew said earnestly. That's just babble. It doesn't mean anything. None of you are going to die and you're obviously not dead. For Pete's sake.

The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.

Each of you will have a chance to play it, and whosoever plays most sweetly, you will have it. For art is more than virtue or vice.

Mirroring behavior. When a mark takes a drink from his water glass, so should you. When he smiles, so should you. Keep it subtle, rather than creepy, and it’s a good technique.

Ruthless. That’s my girl.

Memory is slippery. It bends to our understanding of the world, twists to accommodate our prejudices. It is unreliable. Witnesses seldom remember the same things. They identify the wrong people. They...

There’s something about her—Cassel, I have met many evil men and women in my life. I have made deals with them, drank with them. I have done things that I myself have difficulty reconciling—terrible t...

Life is like licking Honey from a Thorn