Holly Black Quotes

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Those who really love you don't mean to hurt you and if they do, you can't see it in their eyes but it hurts them too.

Yeah, the whole family knows. It's no big deal. One night at dinner I said, 'Mom, you know the forbidden love that Spock has for Kirk? Well, me too.' It was easier for her to understand that way.

No," said Luis, "You can't date the Lord of the Night Court."
"Well, I'm not, he dumped me."
"You can't get dumped by the lord of the night court."
"Oh, yes, you can. You so completely can.

I need you to be happy. I need one of us to be happy.

Changing is what people do when they have no options left.

I can learn to live with guilt. I don't care about being good.

The moment she was cursed, I lost her. Once it wears off- soon- she will be embarrassed to remember things that she said, things she did, things like this. No matter how solid she feels in my arms, she is made of smoke.

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

This, the language of deception, we both understand. We were born to it, along with the curses.

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

If curiosity killed the cat, it was satisfaction that brought it back.

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

Ah coffee. The sweet balm by which we shall accomplish today's tasks.

Oh- and grab the plastic bag over by my suitcase."
I slug down the last of the coffee and get up. The bag contains panty hose. I put them on her desk.
"They're for you."
"You want me to look homeless, desperate, but also kind of fabulous?

The inside is packed with people. Lots of them crowding the bar, passing drinks back for people to carry to tables. A bunch of guys are pouring shots of vodka.
"To Zacharov!" one toasts.
"To open hearts and open bars!" calls another.
"And open legs," says Anton.

One fine day, in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight. Back to back they faced each other. They pulled out their swords and shot one another. One deaf cop, on the beat heard the noise, and came and shot the two dead boys.

What an author doesn't know could fill a book.

There don't have to be first dates and second dates. We're not normal. We can do this anyway you want. A relationship can be whatever you want it to be. We get to make this part up. We get to tell our own story.

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.

She came out of sleep like a thunderclap - waking from dreams so deep and dark that she couldn’t remember anything but dirt and hands pulling her down into graves with cities inside them.

Books were something that happened to readers. Readers were the victims of books.

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

She'd always been a little contemptuous of beauty, as though it was something you had to trade away some other vital thing for.

They wore their strange beauty like war paint.

He must have been handsome when he was alive and was handsome still, although made monstrous by his pallor and her awareness of what he was. His mouth looked soft, his cheekbones as sharp as blades, and his jaw curved, giving him an off-kilter beauty. His black hair a mad forest of dirty curls.

I have no memory of climbing the stairs up to the roof. I don't even know how to get where I am, which is a problem since I'm going to have to get down, ideally in a way that doesn't involve dying.

Anyone who offers their heart on a silver platter deserves what they get.

Dead or not, I have come for his heart and I will have it.

I thought of how proud he was when he took the marks- cutting the skin of his throat in a long slash and then packing it with ashes until keloid scars rose up.
He called it his second smile.

You and your sister are very dear to each other. To show your regard, you give each other lovely bouquets of lies.

You can always count on your family to love you. And to betray you. And then to feel guilty about it.

I'm not good at having friends. I mean, I can make myself useful to people. I can fit in. I get invited to parties and I can sit at any table I want in the cafeteria.

But actually trusting someone when they have nothing to gain from me just doesn't make sense.

All friendships are negotiations of power.

All friendships are negotiations of power.

There's nothing quite as funny as someone else's misery - Cassel Sharpe

Little mouse," a voice said through the keyhole. "Don't you know the more you wriggle, the greater the cat's delight?

Keep going' she told herself, 'Don't look back.' But she looked anyways.

Behind Tana there was the sounds of splintering wood, as though something very large had hot the door. "No," she said softly, "Oh no. No."
"Leave me," said Gavriel.
....."Shut up or I might," she told him. -Tana and Gavriel-page 38-chapter 5

She took a deep breath, "Last chance. Are you in need of rescuing?"
His expression turned very strange, almost as if she'd struck him, "yes," he said finally. -Tana and Gavriel-page 33- chapter 5

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.

Be careful," Aidan called from the bed. "You don't know what he might do."
"We all know what you'd do,though, don't we?"-Gavriel, Tana, and Aidan-page 22-chapter 3

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

I'm sorry,' she said to each of the dead as she unzipped and unfastened their things, 'I'm sorry Courtney.I'm sorry Marcus. I'm sorry Rachel.I'm sorry Jon. I'm sorry I'm alive and you're dead. I'm sorry I was asleep. I'm sorry I didn't save you and now I'm taking your things. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

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

His voice had a faint trace of an accent she couldn't place - one that made her pretty sure he was no local kid infected the night before-Tana on Gavriel-page 21-22- chapter 3

In the dream, Tana's mother loved her more than anyone or anything. More than death.-Tana-page 21-chapter 4

please,Tana,please.' -lots of characters in The Coldest Girl in Coldtown

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