Quotes from Holly Black

Everyone loves the guy who brings ice.

Charlie Hall, at her best when doing her worst. Whenever she tried to create something, it broke apart in her hands. But blow something up? There, Charlie had an unerring instinct for greatness.

Like all schools, we are always interested in learning, in research, in pushing the limits of knowledge. But we must balance that with our duty to protect the world, even from ourselves.

Cardan ought to have been the boy with the heart of stone in Aslog's story, but somehow he had let his heart turn to glass.

just had my first kiss in a stronghold of the Enemy of Death, in a room full of his dead brother's stuff, Call thought. Story of my life.

I imagine giving up. No more peering through windows, mourning the loss of a life that could never again be mine. No more hopeless desire. No more uncertain future. No more terror.

Corny nodded, but when he moved to put the key in the ignition, Luis's hand stopped him. When he turned, their mouths met. "I'm sorry... that I've been," Luis said in between kisses,"distracted... by everything. Is it morbid... that I'm talking...?" Corny murmured something that he hoped sounded like agreement as Luis's fingers dug into his hips, pushing him up so they could crush their bodies closer together.

I couldn't stop being afraid of myself. Afraid of the monster I saw when I glimpsed my reflection in still pools, in windows... But all I am is magic. Unmagic. I am nothing. I am what is beyond nothing. Annihilation. I am the unraveler. I can pull apart magic with a thought.

They are two people who ought to have, by all rights, remained enemies forever. He can't believe his good fortune, can't trace the path that got him here.

Gavriel was half in love with death. He'd lost a lover to it and put his own brother in a grave, so maybe it was no surprise that he stalked murderers through the city streets, sinking his fangs into their jugulars and gulping down their blood. Every night, it was as though he avenged his brother by killing some stand-in for himself.

I raise a plastic glass. 'To family.' 'And Faerieland,' says Taryn, raising hers. 'And pizza,' says Oak. 'And stories,' says Heather. 'And new beginnings,' says Vivi. Cardan smiles, his gaze on me. 'And scheming great schemes.' To family and Faerieland and pizza and stories and new beginnings and scheming great schemes. I can toast to that.

My father used to tell me that once begun, a battle was a living thing and no one could control it.

Holly is the bestselling author and co-creator of The Spiderwick Chronicles series and won a Newbery Honor for her novel Doll Bones. Cassie is the author of bestselling YA series, including The Mortal Instruments and The Infernal Devices. They both live in Western Massachusetts, about ten minutes away from each other.

beneath his heavy wool cloak. He does not turn when I

Have I told you how hideous you look tonight?" "No. Tell me." "I cannot.

She waited. Sometimes silence kept people talking. Sometimes if they talked enough, they wouldn't notice when you didn't.

If you stop," she says, "I will also kill you.

Can you really cook meth in a hotel coffeepot?" - Cassel "Sure," Jones says, looking into his cup thoughtfully. Guess Mom was right about one thing.

He knew about cures and poultices and the medicinal value of kisses.

You're like a story that hasn't happened yet.

The universe belongs to the curious.

I think of Cardan's words in the brugh, before he destroyed the crown: neither loyalty nor love should be compelled

It was readers that needed to be protected, he thought. Books were something that happened to readers. Readers were the victims of books.

How has the night been going for you? Mine has been full of dull conversations about how my head is going to find itself on a spike." - Cardan Greenbriar, The Cruel Prince