Quotes from Holly Black

Fairy tales are full of girls who wait, who endure, who suffer. Good girls. Obedient girls. Girls who crush nettles until their hands bleed. Girls who haul water for witches. Girls who wander through deserts or sleep in ashes or make homes for transformed brothers in the woods. Girls without hands, without eyes, without the power of speech, without any power at all. But then a prince rides up and sees the girl and finds her beautiful. Beautiful, not despite her suffering, but because of it.

Whoever controls the king, controls the kingdom

She's looking around the forest, as though if she can prove it isn't magic, then nothing else is, either. Which is stupid. All forests are magic.

It is hard to explain the savagery of hope.

I survive at the edge of friends circles.

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.

He was saying that the end of the world wasn't an accident; it was a joke.

I hope Cardan misses me.

The moment she was cursed, I lost her. Once it wears off- soon- she will be embarrassed to remember things that she said, things she did, things like this. No matter how solid she feels in my arms, she is made of smoke.

So I'm scared, because you're not just not human, you're not like anyone....there's nobody like you in all the world and it's you I want. I want you and I hate wanting things and I especially hate admitting I want them.

You can take a thing when no one's looking. But defending it, even with all the advantage on your side, is no easy task," Madoc told her with a laugh. She looked up to find him offering her a hand. "Power is much easier to acquire than it is to hold on to.

But there's nothing you like better than when it hurts a little, is there?" Lucien asked. Gavriel's bloody mouth lifted in a voluptuous smile. "Sure there is. I like it when it hurts a lot.

How will I know when I've learned it, since I don't know it now?" he asks. The question sounds like a riddle. "Come back when returning feels like a hard choice instead of an easy one," I answer finally.

Playing the villain was the only thing he'd ever really excelled at.

He kisses the scar of my palm. I still have his brother's blood under my fingernails. I don't have a ring for him. Above us, the buds are blooming. The whole room smells of flowers.

Revenge is sweet, but ice cream is sweeter." She goes to the freezer and removes a tub of mint chocolate chip. She brings that and two spoons back to the sofa. "For now, accept this delight, unworthy though it is for the Queen of Faerie in exile.

Some promises aren't worth keeping.

Holly: Seriously, you don't like unicorns? What kind person doesn't like unicorns? Justine: What kind of a person doesn't like zombies? What have zombies ever done to you? Holly: Zombies shamble. I disapprove of shambling. And they have bits that fall off. You never see a unicorn behaving that way. Justine: I shamble. Bits fall off me all the time: hair, skin cells. Are you saying you disapprove of me?

Every child needs a tragedy to become truly interesting.

I'm not a monster, I'd told her, back when I said I would never hurt Oak. But maybe being a monster was my calling.

Maybe I even miss being afraid. I feel as though I am dreaming away my days, restless, never fully awake.

You both ... you both saved me?" "Come on," said Luis. "You make it sound like it was hard for Val to go to the Unseelie Court, strike a deal with Roiben, challenge Mabry to a duel, win back your heart, and then get back here during rush hour.

If I'm not a murderer," asked Corny, "how come I keep killing people?

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