Little mouse," a voice said through the keyhole. "Don't you know the more you wriggle, the greater the cat's delight?
Holly BlackIt makes you a different person, to not have a past. It eats away at who you are, until what’s left is all construct, all artifice.
Holly BlackSo I'm scared, because you're not just not human, you're not like anyone....there's nobody like you in all the world and it's you I want. I want you and I hate wanting things and I especially hate admitting I want them.
Holly BlackHis words were still clear in her mind from that first meeting. "Whoever eats this will love you." She looked into the mirror, at her birthmark, bright as blood, at her kiss-stung lips, at the absurd smile stretching across her face. Carefully separating out the crushed pieces of shell, she pulled the dried pulp free from its cage of veins. Piece by piece, she put the sweet brown fruit in her own mouth and swallowed it down.
Holly Black