You carried my heart in your hands tonight," he said. "But I have felt as if you carried it long before that.
Holly BlackI'm the best kind of thief, the kind that leaves behind items equal in value to those he's stolen.
Holly BlackShe sits up. I canโt read her expression, but her cheeks look a little pink. โI didnโt think you were going to be here.โ โI live here.
Holly BlackBut now I wonder--what if everyone is pretty much the same and it's just a thousand small choices that add up to the person you are? No good or evil, no black and white, no inner demons or angels whispering the right answers in our ears like it's some cosmic SAT test. Just us, hour by hour, minute by minute, day by day,making the best choices we can. The thought is horrifying. If that's true, then there's no right choice. There's only choice.
Holly Black