Holly Black Quotes

But I will not stand in front of your happiness. I will not even stand in front of misery that you choose for yourself.

But in all the stories, you have a single chance; and if you miss it, then it’s gone. The door isn’t there when you go back to look. There is no second invitation to the ball. This is my chance.

But the Courts aren't places humans are supposed to be, especially the Unseelie Court. Most faeries won't even go there.We have to go - we have to get Ravus's heart. He's going to die if we don't.What...

Carney is like a graveyard where everyone already owns their plots and has built houses on top of them.

Christmas is supposed to be this time when everyone is nice to one another and forgives one another and all that, but the true meaning of Christmas is . And in the real world, Santa’s not fair. Rich k...

Clever girl. You play with fire because you want to be burnt.

Death has his favorites, like anyone. Those who are beloved of Death will not die.

Did you know that bone china had real bones in it? Poppy said, tapping a porcelain cheek. Her clay was made from human bones. Little-girl bones. That hair threaded through the scalp is the little girl...

Do you know what the Turkish say about coffee? It should be black as hell, strong as death, and sweet as love.

Everyone danced -- sweaty bodies packed tight, drunk with sound.

Faerie might be beautiful, but its beauty is like a golden stag’s carcass, crawling with maggots beneath his hide, ready to burst.

Faeries make up for their inability to lie with a panoply of deceptions and cruelties. Twisted words, pranks, omissions, riddles, scandals, not to mention their revenges upon one another for ancient,...

For I know that Death is a guest divine, Who shall drink my blood as I drink this wine. —William Winter

Gavriel closed his eyes, sooty lashes brushing his cheek. I'll stay with you.What? No, she said automatically. No! That's crazy.I'm crazy, he reminded her.

Go ahead. Insult me.His eyebrows go up. I don’t take commands from mortals, he says with his customary cruel smile.So you’re going to say something nice? I don’t think so. Faeries can’t lie.

Hazel never cried. She was forged from iron; she never broke.

Hazel, Hazel, blue of eye. Kissed the boys and made them cry,

He hates you. Even if he wants you, he hates you. Maybe he hates you the more for it.

He looks like a faerie lover stepped out of a ballad, the kind where no good comes to the girl who runs away with him.

He stares at me as though I am a stranger, but I have never felt less like one. For the first time, we are both unmasked.