Holly Black Quotes

I have to spring a cat out of Rumelt Animal Shelter. Think of it as a prison break." It does the trick. He laughs. "Whose cat?" "My cat. What do you think? That I break out the cats of strangers?" "Let me guess, she was framed. She's innocent.

More and more I feel like the boy who cut off his nose to spite his face.

You sure you want to cross me?" In that moment she's her father's daughter.

I thought weirdness was a good thing. I don't mean that defensively, either. I thought it was something to be cultivated.

Isn't every hero aware of all the terrible reason they did those good deeds?" Aware of every mistake they ever made and how good people got hurt because of their decisions? Don't they recall the moments they weren't heroic at all? The moments where their heroism led to more deaths than deliberate villainy ever could?

The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.

Clever as the Devil and twice as pretty.

Marks forget that whenever something's too good to be true, that's because it's a con.

When you don't know what you're searching for, you have to look absolutely everywhere.

Girls like her, my grandfather once warned me, girls like her turn into women with eyes like bullet holes and mouths made of knives. They are always restless. They are always hungry. They are bad news. They will drink you down like a shot of whisky. Falling in love with them is like falling down a flight of stairs. What no one told me, with all those warnings, is that even after you’ve fallen, even after you know how painful it is, you’d still get in line to do it again.

A stray dog, I might understand," she said. "But this? You are too softhearted." No, Mabry," Ravus said. "I am not." He looked in Val's direction. "I think she wants to die." Maybe you can help her after all," Mabry said. "You're good at helping people die.

Mine. The language of love is like that, possessive. That should be the first warning that it's not going to encourage anyone's betterment.

Death has his favorites, like anyone. Those who are beloved of Death will not die.

A girl like that, Grandad said, perfumes herself with ozone and metal filings.

There are dog people and cat people.

I don't want to be a vampire' she told herself. But in her dreams, she kind of did.-Tana Bach-page 29-chapter 4

Maybe it was that nearly everyone else was dead and she felt a little bit dead too, but she figured that even a vampire deserved to be saved. Maybe she ought to leave him, but she wasn't going to.

Telling Sam and Daneca feels like peeling off my own skin to expose everything underneath. It hurts.

I know how to be the witness to her grief. I don't know how to be this kind of villain.

Downstairs, Grandad's warning Barron about something. His voice swells, and I catch the words, "In my day we were feared. Now we're just afraid.

If we have to be cat burglars, I'm going to see what' to steal in the fridge." We're trying to find evidence she's the poisoner. Just a thought before you start putting random things in your mouth." Ruth shrugged and walked past Val.

Everything was strange and beautiful and swollen with possibilities.

You both ... you both saved me?" "Come on," said Luis. "You make it sound like it was hard for Val to go to the Unseelie Court, strike a deal with Roiben, challenge Mabry to a duel, win back your heart, and then get back here during rush hour.

And if I wanted to kill myself, I wouldn't throw myself off a roof. And if I was going to throw myself off a roof, I would put on some pants before I did it.

We all wind up drawn to what we're afraid of, drawn to try to find a way to make ourselves safe from a thing by crawling inside of it, by loving it, by becoming it.

Cold?" Ravus echoed. He took her arm and rubbed it between his hands, watching them as though they were betraying him. "Better?" He asked warily. His skin felt hot, even through the cloth of her shirt, his touch was both soothing and electric. She leaned into him without thinking. His thighs parted, rough black cloth scratching against her jeans as she moved between his long legs. His eyes half-lidded as he pushed himself off the desk, their bodies sliding together, his hands still holding hers. Then, suddenly, he froze.

I'm afraid that whatever I touch is spoilt by the contact." "I'm not scared of being spoiled," Val said.

Startled, he loosed his grasp and she pulled free. He clutched her arm, but she spun around and pressed her mouth to his. His lips were rough, chapped. She felt the sting of fangs against her bottom lip. He made a sharp sound in the back of his throat and closed his eyes. Mouth opening under hers. The smell of him- of cold, damp stone- made her head swim. One kiss slid into another and it was perfect, was exactly right, was real.

Crippled things are always more beautiful. It's the flaw that brings out beauty.

She didn't know how much she'd been hoping that he still loved her, until she felt how much it hurt to realize he didn't.

I don't lie," I lied.

He let out a hiss of pain,then smiled that crooked, sheepish smile he always fell back on when he was caught doing something bad. "Sorry. I-I didn't mean to. I just- I've been lying here for hours, thinking about blood.

I'm sorry I kissed you- it was selfish and it upset you- but you can't ask me to pretend I didnt want to.

Let her alone,' said the enkanto, 'or I will curse you blind, lame, and worse.' The old man laughed. 'I'm a curse breaker, fool.' The elf grabbed one of the Jim Beam bottles from the table and slammed it down, so that he was holding a jagged glass neck. The elf smiled a very thin smile. 'Then I won't bother with magic.

She wears trouble like a crown. If she ever falls in love, she’ll fall like a comet, burning the sky as she goes.

My head is pounding. I wish the mints were aspirin.

Philip Sharpe was a soldier in God's army," says the minister. "Now he marches with the angels.

You said you were allowed to lose it,' some part of her reminded herself. 'Not yet, not yet.

Even from the beginning, that was the problem. People liked pretty things. People even liked pretty things that wanted to kill and eat them.

You carried my heart in your hands tonight," he said. "But I have felt as if you carried it long before that.

Flattery will get you everywhere," Sam says, "Except, apparently, off a roof.

Once, she made a boy come out of his house and kiss her under the streetlight. It was her first kiss. She thinks it was probably his, too. She never told him and she never, ever will.

Farewell, Father," she said. He fell back upon his chair, choking. She laughed, not with mirth or even mockery, but something that was closer to a sob. "You crafted me so sharp, I cut even myself.

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.

You don't have to protect these people, Cassel." I am these people.

The more powerful you become, the more others will find ways to master you. They'll do it through those you love and those you hate. They will find the bit and the bridle that fits your mouth and will make you yield.

You okay?" Anton asks, looking at me like he's trying to figure out if I'm drunk. His plans depend on me. I look as blank as possible and hope that it freaks him out. No point in my being the only miserable one.

He runs to the sink to spit it out. I grin. There’s nothing quite as funny as someone else’s misery.