Quotes from Holly Black

Prince Oak, heir to Elfhame. Son of the traitorous Grand General and brother to the mortal High Queen. Oak, to whom I was once promised in marriage. Who had once been my friend, although he doesn't seem to remember it.

What makes you feel safe when you go to sleep at night? Being able to check and see that your secrets are still hidden.

Love is stupid. All we do is break one another's heart.

It's just that Hazel is so—people like Hazel. Boys like Hazel. She goes through this world as if nothing touches her, as if no one can reach her, as though she's focused on something bigger and better and more important that she's not going to tell you a single thing about. It drives people crazy. It charms them.

His eyes look too bright, the way the do in people who are in love, people who are enraged, and people who are completely bonkers.

I hope Cardan misses me. page 225

Do you know what the Turkish say about coffee? It should be black as hell, strong as death, and sweet as love.

It was a vow, a piece of a chant, their scripture, something they took so seriously that saying it aloud embarrassed them.

I haven't had a very good day. I think I might still be hung over and everyone's dead and my root beer's gone." Horrifyingly, she felt her eyes prick with sudden tears. He bent down and picked up Aidan, slinging him over one shoulder. "We'll get you another day," Gavriel said, with such odd sincerity that she had to smile.

There are no words for how much I will miss her, but I try to kiss her so that she'll know. I try to kiss her to tell her the whole story of my love, the way I dreamed of her when she was dead, the way that every other girl seemed like a mirror that showed me her face. The way my skin ached for her. The way that kissing her made me feel like I was drowning and like I was being saved all at the same time. I hope she can taste all that, bittersweet, on my tongue.

Ben was taking her through the storm of grief. He was singing her through the rage and despair. He was singing her through the terrible loneliness, because there was no way to shut off grief, no way to cast it aside or fight against it. The only way to end grief was to go through it. As she realized that, his song began to change. It grew softer, sweeter, like the morning after a long cry, when your head still hurt but your heart was no longer broken.

I said that if I couldn't be better than my enemies, then I would become worse. Much, much worse.

I don't imagine myself back in a life like theirs; what I imagine is going over there and scaring them until they cry. I would never, of course. I mean, I don't think I would.

I thought weirdness was a good thing. I don't mean that defensively, either. I thought it was something to be cultivated.

She should tell him no, but instead she seemed to be running toward trouble, leaving no stone unturned, no boy unkissed, no crush abandoned, and no bad idea unembraced.

I think you impressed him with the sheer force of your stupidity.

please,Tana,please.' -lots of characters in The Coldest Girl in Coldtown

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.

Secrets lie in the entrails of things, in the dregs.

It's you I love. I spent so 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, scabrous thing. But it is yours. You probably guessed as much. But just in case you didn't.

I don't have the words. I want to touch her, but I don't deserve it.

She's an old lady," Barron says. "And she's been locked up for years. Let her have some fun. She needs to blow off steam. Seduce old dudes. Lose money at canasta.

When Tana was six, vampires were Muppets, endlessly counting, or cartoon villains in black cloaks with red polyester lining.

All elements have a counterweight. Fire is the counterweight of water. Air is the counterweight of earth. The counterweight of chaos is the soul.