Holly Black Quotes

I need your help, says the tiny figure. Her voice is sad and soft and sounds like Lila's, but with an odd accent that might just be how cats sound when they talk.

I step out of my second life the same way I stepped out of my first, holding too few things and with great uncertainty about what will happen next.

I think you impressed him with the sheer force of your stupidity.

I thought I was getting better at this. I thought I was starting to make peace with being in love with a girl who despises me, but I don't think I'm so okay with it after all. Somewhere along the line...

I thought you needed to be tougher. But I've been thinking that protecting somebody by hurting them before someone else gets the chance isn't the kind of protecting that anybody wants.

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

I'm sorry I kissed you- it was selfish and it upset you- but you can't ask me to pretend I didnt want to.

If he thought I was bad, I would be worse. If he thought I was cruel, I would be horrifying.

It feels like the whole world has turned upside down. There aren’t any more rules.Hey, I say to Sam, because if the world’s gone crazy, then I guess I can do whatever I want. Guess what? I’m a worker....

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.

It's the flaw that brings out the beauty.

Poisonous jealousy thrummed through my veins.

The row of dolls watched her impassively from the bookshelf, their tea party propriety almost certainly offended.

There is a pleasure in being with them. Taking what we wish, indulging in every terrible thought. There’s safety in being awful.

There's something easy about the idea that vampirism is some kind of disease- then they can't help it if they attack us, that they commit murders and atrocities, that they can only control themselves...

They loved him because he was a prince and a faerie and magical and you were supposed to love princes and faeries and magical people.

They say that nameless things change constantly -that names fix them in place like pins. But without a name, a thing isn't quite real either.

To Ben, love was the flame in which he wanted to be reborn. He wanted to be remade by it.

To remind me, pain is the best teacher

What could I become if I stopped worrying about death, about pain, about anything? If I stopped trying to belong? Instead of being afraid, I could become something to fear.