1,011 Quotes by Holly Black

How does it feel?” he asked. “To be stuck in a fairy tale?”“How does it feel to be one?

She shrieked and shrieked for her mother, but her mother was already there. Her mother was the monster.

They ran through the night together in a darkling fairy tale of blood and forests and snow, of girls with raven's wing hair and rose-red lips and sharp teeth as white as milk.

We are, largely, who we remember ourselves to be

No trouble ever got fixed late at night," he said. "Midnight is for regrets.

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.

She swallowed his blood, a dark vintage from some forgotten cellar. She felt like Persephone in Hades, pomegranate seeds bursting against her teeth, juice rolling on her tongue, and the more she had, the more she hungered.

Better to leave him with the memory of their being a pair of monsters, wrapped in each other's arms.

The Folk doubtlessly learned this lesson long ago. They do not need to deceive humans. Humans will deceive themselves.