Holly Black Quotes

We love until we do not. For us, love doesn't fade gradually. It snaps like a branch bent too far.

With dawn of the new year on the horizon, I resolved to exert my will on the world.

You and your sister are very dear to each other. To show your regard, you give each other lovely bouquets of lies.

You are the best kind of killer, Cassel Sharpe, the kind that never has blood on his hands. The kind that never has to sicken at the sight of what he's done, or come to like it too much.

You can't! Aaron said. Didn't you hear anything I just told you? You could die! Well, don't kill me, Call said. How about our goal is not to die. Both of us. Not dying. Together.

You carried my heart in your hands tonight, he said. But I have felt as if you carried it long before that.

Your mother doesn’t make mistakes. I hear her blow out the smoke. Baby, I know what I’m doing.

Lt's an honor and a delight to meet you and a tragedy you're here

And yet, I don’t regret it now. Having stepped off the edge, what I want to do is fall.

Children can have a cruel, absolute sense of justice. Children can kill monsters and feel quite proud of themselves.

Cold? Ravus echoed. He took her arm and rubbed it between his hands, watching them as though they were betraying him. Better? He asked warily.His skin felt hot, even through the cloth of her shirt, hi...

Don't be drinking the Haterade.

Every plan is a house of cards.

He continues looking at me in this strange way, as though he’s never seen me before or as though he thought he might never see me again.

How will I know when I’ve learned it, since I don’t know it now? he asks.The question sounds like a riddle. Come back when returning feels like a hard choice instead of an easy one, I answer finally.

I can feel the moment he gives in and gives up, pulling me to him despite the threat of the knife. He kisses me hard, with a kind of devouring desperation, fingers digging into my hair. Our mouths sli...

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.

I haven't had a very good day. I think I might still be hung over and everyone's dead and my root beer's gone.

I hope it unnerves them to know that I am lying.After all, if the insult to me is pointing out that I am mortal, then this is my riposte: I live here, too, and I know the rules. Perhaps I even know th...

I hope to be able to decide for myself - when we turn, is there something shoved inside of us or is it that something inside of us has been released?