Quotes from Holly Black

Oh, you mean instead of grabbing you?" Ben flinched as though he'd been slapped.

Oh for goodness sake. Why do boys always have to talk about their feelings all the time? It's so gross. - Tamara

Jamás, al igual que para siempre, es un término tan grande que escapa a la comprensión de los mortales.

La lealtad y el amor no se pueden exigir.

He took out another black cigarette from his silver case, fitted it into his cigarette holder, and lit it.

Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop." ? Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

How do people like us take off our armour? One piece at a time.

This place is a place, neither safe, nor unsafe.

long moment. Ben raised his eyebrows.

Eres como una historia que aún no ha sucedido. Quiero comprobar qué harás. Quiero participar en el desarrollo de la narración.

So Charlie fell back on the family tradition of mostly ignoring the situation and occasionally, guiltily, suggesting that her sister try to go to bed earlier. Acting like her problem was insomnia. Like they both didn't know Posey was drinking buckets of coffee and maybe popping Adderall to stave off exhaustion.

Good." said Hazel. "Boy son the Internet lie." "All boys lie," Ben said. "And all girls lie, too. I lie. You lie. Don't pretend you don't.

If it's hard for you to bear what you did, give me the weight.

Even if, by some miracle, I could be better than them, I will never be one of them

Everyone wants magic. It's not just me.

Bring me the crown, Cardan,' Balekin says. Prince Cardan turns on his elder brother the same cool and calculated gaze with which he has regarded so many other creatures before he's torn the wings from their back, before he's cast them in to rivers or sent them from the Court entirely. 'No, brother. I do not think that I will. I think that if I did not have another reason to cross you, I would do it for spite.

So long as there really was nothing wrong with his soul.

No one remembers the language they took in high school.

For a moment, I stare at him stupidly. I am reeling from the kiss, from the swiftness of the violence. I am not yet used to Oak's ability to kill without hesitation and then chagrined about it, as though he did something in slightly poor taste. Spilled a rare vintage of wine, perhaps. Mismatched his trousers to his shirt.

I am a solitary creature, fated to be one and better as one. Forgetting that is what got me into trouble.

Perhaps I cannot be glamoured, but that doesn't mean I cannot be broken." -The Wicked Prince

Many nights I drifted off to sleep to his rumbling voice reading from a book of battle strategy. And despite myself, despite what he'd done and what he was, I came to love him. I do love him. It's just not a comfortable kind of love.

I can't pretend that I don't like the sound of him screaming my name.

I have done the thing, and now I must live with what I have done. I have lied and I have betrayed and I have triumphed. If only there was someone to congratulate me.