Quotes from Holly Black

Desire is an odd thing. As soon as it is sated, it transmutes. If we receive the golden thread, we desire the golden needle.

She didn't have to command me, Jude. She didn't have to use any magic. I trust you. I trusted you.

I look into his eyes. His hand slides to my hip, as though he might pull me closer. For a dizzy, stupid moment, something seems to shimmer in the air between us. page 98

Go away, close the book, put it down do not look!

I think of how he would hate to be trapped like this. How unfair it would be for me to keep him this way and call it love.

The girl had hair the deep aqua of the sea, drawn back with combs of coral. Her dress was grey sharkskin, and her brief curtsy was that of someone who had never questioned her own value. Her gaze swept the room with undisguised contempt.

I hate everyone. I just don't hate them enough.

When I'm scared, I can't forget that no matter how well he plays the role of father, he will always and forever also be my father's murderer.

Too many for my eyes to drink them all in, yet I cannot look away.

Have I told you how hideous you look tonight?" "No, tell me." "I can't.

He's supposed to look regal. I helped choose the clothes, helped make him this way, and yet the effect is not lost on me.

Everyone finds different lessons in stories, I suppose, but here's one. Having a heart is terrible, but you need one anyway. - Cardan

If I can't be better then them, I will become so much worse

opulent patterns intricately stitched on skirts of gold and silver, each as beautiful as the dawn.

Come back when returning feels like a hard choice instead of an easy one

I know I shouldn't love it as I do, stolen as I am from the mortal world, my parents murdered. But I love it all the same

I climb into a cradle of branches and wait, petals falling around me with the sway of tree limbs. I lean my cheek against the rough bark, listening to the susurration of leaves.

Let the story of my neice and nephews be a warning. The more you know, the more danger you are in. And trust me, you don't want to meddle with the Little People. - L.S.

Revelry is inherently slippery; part of its munificence is an easing of boundaries.

I can see why humans succumb to the beautiful nightmare of the Court, why they willingly drown in it.

I cannot lie. I cannot deny you.

I thought love was supposed to happen when you least expected it, like a sap to the skull.

I can't trust the people I care about not to hurt me. And I'm not sure I can trust myself not to hurt them, either. Friendships suck.

The last time you were here, we were poor hosts. But there are many delights we could show you.' 'Including a war,' puts in Grima Mog. 'What could be more delightful than that?