Quotes from Holly Black

It's hard to look at Barron now, but I do. He's smirking. His black hair and black suit make him into a shadow, as if I conjured some dark mirror of myself.

A girl like that, Grandad said, perfumes herself with ozone and metal filings. She wears trouble like a crown. If she ever falls in love, she'll fall like a comet, burning the sky as she goes.

I think I prefer Locke and his friends chasing me around the woods to you stabbing me in the back. Again

His words were still clear in her mind from that first meeting. "Whoever eats this will love you." She looked into the mirror, at her birthmark, bright as blood, at her kiss-stung lips, at the absurd smile stretching across her face. Carefully separating out the crushed pieces of shell, she pulled the dried pulp free from its cage of veins. Piece by piece, she put the sweet brown fruit in her own mouth and swallowed it down.

Once, she made a boy come out of his house and kiss her under the streetlight. It was her first kiss. She thinks it was probably his, too. She never told him and she never, ever will.

A sharp tongue is no match for a sharp tooth.

No amount of takeout Chinese food or politeness ought to make me forget exactly who and what I am dealing with.

Some people are ridiculous, especially when it comes to love.

At least no one is privy to my thoughts. Stupid as they are, they remain my own.

She had a way of making everyone around her feel as though every impossible thing was possible.

I smile when I'm nervous.

My palm is smeared with gold. When I look at him, I see the remaining powder has been smudged over his cheekbones by the strike of my hand. I cant stop staring at it, cant stop thinking about the way he looked at me when he caught my fingers. That´s the only excuse I have for not noticing that hes led me back to his rooms, which are, I suppose, also mine since we´re married. Page 163

She didn't want to explain the recklessness, the pleasure of making the bad choice, the glory of at least this once, picking her own path to damnation.

She shrieked and shrieked for her mother, but her mother was already there. Her mother was the monster.

The monster is bigger than the human. It represents abundance—overabundance. ... It has lots of eyes, extra arms, too many teeth. Everything about it is too many and too much.

She'd known he'd understand. Brothers and sisters had their own language, their own shorthand. She was glad to be able to share the weird, ridiculous impossibleness of it with the only person who knew all the same stories, with the person who'd made those stories in the first place. (pg. 117)

because no matter how I denied it, some part of me knew what would choose." -Jude Duarte

They taught you a lot of things, your family,' I say. The sleight of hand, the wall climbing, the swordsmanship. 'Not to die,' he says. 'That's what they attempted to teach me, anyway. Not to die.' Considering how often he throws himself directly into the path of danger, I do not think they taught him well enough.

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

It was as if whatever demon possessed them, whatever force kept their corpses from the grave, had refined them in the blaze of its power, burning away their humanity to reveal something finer.

Apparently you can do lots of things very skilfully while asleep, Mr. Sharpe, but attending my class does not seem to be one of them.

Put your puppet on the throne." said Talathain. "You may make her Queen but she won't be Queen for long.

no one chooses a future. You choose a path without being certain where it leads.

FULL MOON IS IN THREE DAYS TIME. COME TO THE REVEL. NOT EVERYTHING HAS TO RHYME.