Quotes from Holly Black

There are countless differences between the lives of people with money and people without. One is this: without the means to pay experts, it's necessary to evolve a complex ecosystem of useful amateurs

Everyone knows that trekkers and whatever starwarsians call themselves aren't supposed to have anything to do with one another.

I thought I was supposed to be good and follow the rules," I say. "But I am done being weak. I am done being good. I think I am going to be something else.

Jude, Cardan thought, hating even the shape of her name. Jude.

jealousy wasn't a spice to me then. It was the whole meal and I was gagging it down.

Human girls cry when they're sad and laugh when they're happy. They have a single fixed shape rather than shifting with their whims like windblown smoke. They have their own parents, whom they love. They don't go around stealing other girls' mothers. At least that's what Kaye thought human girls were like. She wouldn't really know. After all, she wasn't human.

Los idiotas son los únicos que no se asustan de las cosas que dan miedo.

What is sparring but a game of strategy,played at speed?

I hate seeing him with Nicasia. I hate the thought of his touching her. I hate that this is my plan, that I have no one to be angry with but myself. I am an idiot.

She reminded herself that there was nothing they could do to her. She was already like them. Already dead.

It's you I love — I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.

He was just a reader and readers can't do anything to make a story stop - except close the book.

Clouds of mosquitoes and gnats blow through the hot, wet air of the marsh where the Thistlewitch lives. My boots sink into the gluey mud. The trees are draped heavily in creeper and poisonous trumpet vine, swaths of it blocking the path. In the brown water, things move.

Something is really wrong with me, to want what I hate, to want someone who despises me, even if he wants me, too. My only comfort is that he doesn't know what I feel.

If I am to be a cat, let me give you a scratch.

Desire hits me like a kick to the stomach. It's like fighting, except what we're fighting for is to crawl inside each other's skin.

Nicasia saunters over to where the smith is sitting. She wears a dress of purple that is peacock blue when it catches the light. Her hair is woven in to a braid that circles her head, and at her brow is a chain from which dangle dozens upon dozens of beads in sparkling purples and blues and amber.

by you, i am forever undone" -cardan greenbriar

Envy. Fear. Anger. Jealousy. They're all spices." Locke laughed at my expression. "What is bread without salt? Desire can grow just as plain." "I don't understan—" He put a finger against my mouth. "Not every lover can appreciate such spices. But I think you can.

Human bodies betray us. They get starved and sick and run-down. I know it, and yet there is always so much more to do.

He made me into a story, and I am going to make a story out of someone else.

Once, the thing I am wearing was a sundress, with fluttery sleeves. A diaphanous white gown that flowed around me when I spun. I found it in a shop late one night. I'd stripped off the clothes given to me in the Court of Teeth, left them behind, and put that on instead. I liked the dress so much that I wove myself a crown of hellebores and danced through the night streets. I stared at myself in puddles, convinced that as long as I didn't smile, I might even be pretty.

Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop.

The rich believed they were lucky, and that any fortune they didn't already have could be bought. They had so much already, disappointment became inconceivable.