Quotes from Holly Black

He looked down at a red book, embossed in gold. The title was Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking Glass. He frowned at it in confusion. It wasn't what he'd thought a mortal book would be like; he thought they would be dull things, odes to their cars or skyscrapers. ... 'This is really a mortal book?' he asked.

Mijn moeder wil met je praten. Volgens haar is wat je gedaan hebt een schreeuw om hulp.' - Daneca. 'Inderdaad,' zeg ik. 'Daarom riep ik ook "Hellup!" Al te subtiel hoeft van mij niet.

They are beautiful and terrible, and they might despise my mortality, might mock it, but I am up here and they are not.

First I am going to kill you,' she tells him. 'And then I am going to eat you.

Rhyia leaned over and pushed a fallen strand of his hair back over one of his ears. 'Take it.' 'You want me to have it?' he asked, just to be sure. He wondered what he'd done that was worthy of being commemorated with a present. 'I thought you could use a little nonsense,' she told him, which worried him a little.

Recuerdo vivamente su definición de magia: es "la ciencia y el arte de hacer que un cambio ocurra en conformidad con la voluntad".

Cardan begins to strip off his shirt, showing an expanse of moon-pale skin and a back with a delicate tracery of faded scars.

I think of his horror at his own desire when I brought my mouth to his, the dagger in my hand, edge against his skin. The toe-curling, corrosive pleasure of that kiss. It felt as though I was punishing him- punishing him and myself at the same time. I hated him so much.

I curse you," Valerian whispers. "I curse you. Three times, I curse you. As you've murdered me, may your hands always be stained with blood. May death be your only companion. May you-" He breaks off abruptly, coughing. When he stops, he doesn't stir.

Ik heb raar gedroomd.' 'Laat me eens raden. Je werd vastgebonden door vrouwelijke ninja's. Met dikke tieten.' 'Eh, nee.'... 'Het zou ook wel een beetje raar zijn geweest als we allebei dezelfde droom hadden gehad.

I rub a hand over my face. By the fire, a spindly, insectile faerie stirs a big pot. "You want soup, mortal?" I shake my head. "You want to be soup?" It asks hopefully.

Sometimes it's easier to be mad at the people close to us,' Vivi said, 'than to be mad at the people who deserve it.

High King Cardan smiles down the table indulgently and yawns like a cat. His hair is messy, as though he did no more than finger-comb it since rising from my bed. Our eyes meet, and I am the one who looks away, my face hot. Kiss me until I am sick of it.

It seemed, in the beginning, that fighting back would only bring me further pain. That's the lesson they wanted me taught, but soon I realised I would be hurt anyway. Better to hurt someone else when I had a chance. Better to make them hesitate, to know it would cost them something.

You put a curse on that girl over there,' I tell him. 'Fix her immediately.' 'She admired my ears,' the boy says. 'I was only giving her what she desired. A party favour.' 'That's what I'm going to say after I gut you and use your entrails as streamers,' I tell him. 'I was only giving him what he wanted. After all, if he didn't want to be eviscerated, he would have honoured my very reasonable request.

I just need to be able to vanquish my enemies. That's all.

One of his primary duties as the High King appears to be reminding her she isn't personally responsible for solving every tedious problem and carrying out every tedious execution in all of Elfhame. He wouldn't mind causing a little torment here or there, of a non-murdery sort, but her view of their positions seems overburdened with chores.

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.

Y en el mundo real, Santa no es justo. Los niños ricos reciben todo y los niños pobres reciben basura de segunda mano que sus padres consiguen a duras penas. Hasta sentarte en el regazo de Santa cuesta dinero.

Who we were and what we did and what was done to us - we don't get to shrug that off and become some new shiny person.

She goes through this world as of nothing touches her, as if no one can reach her, as though she's focused on something bigger and better and more important that she's not going to tell you a single thing about. It charms them.

Right then, I feel as though he sees everything—every hope of my heart, every stray thought I've had before falling into an exhausted sleep each dawn.

I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough; And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted Than you are now. —SARA TEASDALE, "I SHALL NOT CARE

Pain makes you strong.