Holly Black Quotes

She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.

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

There's a monster in our wood. She'll get you if you're not good. Drag you under leaves and sticks. Punish you for all your tricks. Anest of hair and gnawed bone. You are never, ever coming... home.

He's flint, you're tinder.

I survive at the edge of friends circles.

Instead, I try to imagine someone she might fall in love with. Maybe it will be a merrow, and he will give her the gift of breathing underwater and a crown of pearls and take her to his bed under the...

I thought of how proud he was when he took the marks- cutting the skin of his throat in a long slash and then packing it with ashes until keloid scars rose up.He called it his second smile.

Because you're like a story that hasn't happened yet. Because I want to see what you will do. I want to be part of the unfolding of the tale.

You said that you thought Queen Orlagh was waiting for an advantage to declare war. Instead, I think she is trying a new ruler—one she hopes she can trick or replace with another indebted to her. She...

Nicasia said that as mortal power grows, land and sea ought to be united. And that they would be, either in the way she hoped or the way I should fear.Ominous, I say.It seems I have a singular taste f...

You really do want me,' I say, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath as it hitches. 'And you hate it.

I don't want to be a vampire' she told herself. But in her dreams, she kind of did.

Let's have a toast. To the incompetence of our enemies.

You can always count on your family to love you. And to betray you. And then to feel guilty about it.

He gave her a smile that wasn’t really a smile at all. Eh, it wouldn’t be so bad. I wouldn’t have to study for the SATs or get a summer job or figure out my major. I can drink Elderflower wine all day...

A mortal had woven it, a man who, having caught sight of the Seelie queen, had spent the remainder of his short life weaving depictions of her. He had died of starvation, raw, red fingers staining the...

They wore their strange beauty like war paint.

Nice things don't happen in storybooks,' Taryn says. 'Or when they do happen, something bad happens next. Because otherwise the story would be boring, and no one would read it.

It's shocking, he says, as though he's giving me some great compliment. I know humans can lie, but to watch you do it is incredible. Do it again.

I love my parents' murderer; I suppose I could love anyone.