Quotes from Holly Black

There's no way out, she reminded herself. There's only what you do before you die.

Sometimes he forgot how small she was, because her bravery loomed so large in his mind.

He had known only two rulers, both great and neither good. He did not know how to be any kind of King nor how to win, other than to be even more ruthless than they.

Some things exist whether you believe in them or not

The Big Score.

You think I'm weak.' 'You are weak,' I tell her. ''You're weak and pathetic and I-' 'I'm a mirror,' she shouts. 'I'm the mirror you don't want to look at.

I only hope he doesn't taste the bitterness of poison on my lips.

Stories can justify anything. It doesn't matter if the boy with the heart of stone is a hero or a villain; it doesn't matter if he got what he deserved or if he didn't. No one can reward him or punish him, save the storyteller. And she's the one who shaded the tale so we'd feel whatever way we feel about him in the first place.

I guess he's used to suspicious people with crappy tempers. Or maybe I've never seemed as normal as I thought.

Brave. - Cassel, to Lila

But for a moment it felt good to be awful, like looking down on the world from some great height.

You hate the Folk." Taryn's eyes flash as she spins her sword in an elegant strike. "You never cared about Locke. He was just another thing to take from Cardan.

They eat one another. They eat us. They eat every damn thing. They'll drink up the whole world if we let them.

He had begged for the heart of stone, but for the first time, he felt the weight of it in his chest.

Talk to me," I say. "Tell me another fairy tale. Tell me something.

water wants to flow

It was just like Aleksander to steal even this from him, Gavriel thought. To treat the duel as a joke, to treat him as a joke. Now his only choices were to take aim at a man about to fall over or to bear the shame of crying off. And Aleksander would laugh at him later. I wasn't so very drunk, he would say. And if I was, so what? If you weren't such a milksop, then surely you'd have— Gavriel raised his pistol and shot his brother through the heart.

I guess I knew it wasn't a game, but I ran anyway and I boosted myself up on the water spigot and poured through the window with the boneless grace of little kids.

I always supposed I would be delicious," I hear him say, although I note that he does not take any of the meat for himself

I am nothing if not dramatic.

You can't pour wine back and forth between two vessels forever

Perhaps you shouldn't trust me with your heart. I might break it.

If someone were hitting Aaron over the head, he would thank them for stopping.

And that means Madoc isn't just trying to take Cardan's throne. He's trying to take mine.