Quotes from Holly Black

Psychics were therapists for people who couldn't admit they needed therapy. They were magic for people who desperately needed a little magic, back before magic was real.

Que la muerte sea tu única compañera.

It occurs to me that maybe desire isn't something overindulging helps. Maybe it is not unlike mithridatism; maybe I took a killing dose when I should have been poisoning myself slowly, one kiss at a time.

Only Idiots aren't scared of things that are scary.

By you, I am forever undone -Cardan Greenbriar

I still feel the warm pressure of his fingers against my skin. 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.

I bury Valerian near the stables, but outside the paddock, so that even the most carnivorous of Madoc's sharp-toothed horses are unlikely to dig him up and gnaw on his bones.

The braided weeds and briars of her hair fall around her, serving as a cape. Large black eyes peer out from the tangle. She wears a gown of drab cloth and bark. When she moves, I see her feet are bare. Rings shine on several of her toes.

she still wears her arrogance like armour...

Watching his fear ripen fills me with an almost voluptuous satisfaction. I, who have had little power in my life, must be on guard against that feeling. Power goes to my head too quickly, like faerie wine.

Cuando hay mucho poder concentrado en un mismo sitio, hay un montón de sobras por las que pelearse.

Her head was throbbing. The events of the last twenty-four hours were too much. She wanted to curl up in a dark hole and maybe engage in some screaming therapy.

his kindness was jarring and made me wonder what he wanted in return for it. I was used to tricks, to games.

only under the water can I allow myself to weep. Only under the water can I admit that I almost died and that I was terrified and that I wish there was someone to whom I could tell all that. I hold my breath until there's no more breath to hold.

Gold fabric and glittering gems are drowning in scarlet.

I wipe wet hands over my face, pushing back those thoughts. There is only now. There is only tomorrow and tonight and now and soon and never.

She turns to me. 'I thought we were nothing alike, you and I. But it turns out we're just the same.' I don't think she believes that to be a good thing.

And if I am particularly kind that evening, particularly deferential, if I laugh particularly loudly, it is because I know I will never do this again. I will never have him behave like this with me again. But for one final night, he's the father I remember best, the one in whose shadow I have- for better or worse- become what I am.

Tell me that you hate me." "I hate you," I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over.

I would live down to his every expectation. If I couldn't have his favor, then I would have his wrath.

It turns out that men have more authority, even when they're not real.

You want me to free him? Let's gut him like haddock. Quicker and far more satisfying.

I'm the kind of vampire that you'd be, one who's new at this and basically out of control. I've already killed someone and I can't guarantee I'm not going to do it again. I'm the one who infected this girl.

I rise, crossing the room to put one gloved hand against the pallid green skin of his face. He closes his cat eyes. I cannot forgive him, but I cannot hate him, either. We stand like that for a long moment, then he looks up, takes my unbandaged hand, and kisses the back of it, mouth against cloth.