Quotes from Holly Black

I love you," Severin said, looking up, looking at nothing at all, face exultant. "I love you like in the storybooks. I love you like in the ballads. I love you like a lightning bolt.

I don't care. I run into his arms. Cardan's fingers dig into my back. [...] But he holds me as though I am the only solid thing in the world.

It's important that you show him that I've taught you the proper respect for your elders." "Then perhaps you should have.

Each person seemed to have a destination, but Val was a piece of driftwood, spinning down a river, not even sure in what direction she was moving. But she knew how to make herself spin faster.

He knew what he was, what depths of depravity and cruelty he had plumbed, what ambitions drove him. He prided himself on knowing those things—but that didn't mean he needed anyone else to see them as well.

I throw away stacks of newspaper and catalogs, bills that probably went unpaid for years, plastic bags of hangers and wires, and the hockey stick.

Scared, silly-scared, scared, scared, scared," Lutie chanted against her neck.

Everything's better when you say it in Latin.

None of that seemed real, but the world would certainly be cooler with something so unreal in it.

I made you believe that you were what I wanted you to become.

I don't desire to do as well in the tournament as one of the fey. I want to win. I do not yearn to be their equal. In my heart, I yearn to best them.

He shakes his head, still smiling. "No. It's funny how you get under his skin." --- "Like a splinter?" I say. --- "Of iron. No one else bothers him quite the way that you do.

You'll know you're really one of us when you get your name

Call's stomach felt as if it wanted to curl up inside him like a kicked puppy.

I always liked you. I should have said something, but I'm not a good person. I'm not even sure I'm a person at all." "Oh." Surprised, Charlie took his hand and folded her fingers through his. They were surprisingly solid. "You're a person. You're my person." He bent down to bring their clasped hands to his lips.

You have carried my heart in your hands tonight," he said. "But I have felt as if you have carried it long before that.

The book turned out to be one she'd read before, where zombies chased around a brother-and-sister reporting team.

I take a deep breath, at home and homesick all at the same time.

I ate the mythology & dreamt." —YUSEF KOMUNYAKAA, "Blackberries

Nothing he says is a lie, but all his words are riddles.

Jude and I had a misunderstanding," Cardan says carefully. "But we're not enemies. And I am not your enemy, either, Taryn." "You think everything's a game," she says. "You and Locke." "Unlike Locke, I never thought love was a game," he says. "You may accuse me of much, but not that.

I had a tutor who wanted me to believe that mercy is a kind of sorrow and that since evil is the motive of sorrow, evil is also the motive of mercy. I thought that my tutor was old and cruel, and maybe he was—but now I think he was also right.

It is said that faerie children are not like mortal children. They need little in the way of love. They need not be tucked in at night, but may sleep just as happily in a cold corner of a ballroom, curled up in a tablecloth. They need not be fed; they are just as happy lapping up dew and skimming bread and cream from the kitchens. They need not be comforted, since they seldom weep. But if faerie children need little love, faerie princes require some counsel.

Oooooooh,' says Jack, correctly interpreting my silence for a confession. 'Is he your lover? Is this a ballad we're in?' 'A murder ballad maybe,' I growl. 'No doubt, by the end,' he says. 'I wonder who will survive to compose it.