Quotes from Holly Black

Go ahead. Insult me." His eyebrows go up. "I don't take commands from mortals," he says with his customary cruel smile.

I know how to be the witness to her grief. I don't know how to be this kind of villain.

There is nothing for her beyond those gates," Gavriel said. "Do you think to bring her along like a talisman to remind you of your humanity? Or do you think sharing your damnation will lighten the burden of it?

Sometimes lying is a real pleasure.

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.

I know that in Faerie, children are rare and precious and all that, but in the mortal world, there's such a thing as abortion," Vivi says. "And even here, there are changelings." "And adoption," Heather puts in. "It's your decision. No one would judge you." "If they did, I could cut off their hands," I volunteer.

My head is pounding. I wish the mints were aspirin.

I swear to fucking God, I will spray you again

I wonder about death, I who may never know it. It looks much like ecstacy, the way they open their mouths as they drown, the way their fingers dig into your skin. Their eyes are wide and startled and they trash in your hands as though with an excess of passion.

They are twilight creatures, beings of dawn and dusk, of standing between one thing and another, of not quite and almost, of borderlands and shadows.

Waves tossed themselves against the shore, dragging grit and sand between their nails as they were slowly pulled back out to sea.

When we turn,is there something shoved inside of us or is it more that something inside of us has been released?

Yes, my sweet villain, my darling god. I will be as sober as a stone carving, just as soon as I can." And with that, he kisses me on the mouth.

I'm the best kind of thief, the kind that leaves behind items equal in value to those he's stolen.

Farewell, Father," she said. He fell back upon his chair, choking. She laughed, not with mirth or even mockery, but something that was closer to a sob. "You crafted me so sharp, I cut even myself.

Fear is not love, but it can appear much the same.

As he bent closer, he realized they were words -- words his wife had carved into the cave ice with the last of her dying strength. As he read them, he felt them like three hard blows in the stomach. KILL THE CHILD

What do they do?" I ask. He laughs. "They are beautiful - isn't that enough?

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

The most important thing for any con artist is never to think like a mark. Marks think they can get something for nothing. Marks think they can get what they don't deserve and could never deserve. Marks are stupid and pathetic and sad. Marks think they're going to go home one night and have the girl they've loved since they were a kid suddenly love them back. Marks forget that whenever something's too good to be true, that's because it's a con.

Manie sans délire - insanity without delusion.

It can be brave to hate. Sometimes it's like hope.

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.

Do you know what makes people love one another? Well, no one else does, either. But scientists study it, and there's all this bizarre stuff about pheromones and facial symmetry and the circumstances under which you first met. People are weird. Our bodies are weird. Maybe I can't help being attracted to her the same way flies can't help being attracted to carnivorous plants.