1,011 Quotes by Holly Black

He could no more lie than any of the Folk, but stories were the closest thing to lies the Folk could tell.

Bésame de nuevo. Bésame hasta que esté harto de ello.

I am coming unraveled. I am coming undone.

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

Remember that I’m still a monster. I can listen to you scream and cry and beg and I still won’t let you out.

She was torn between the impulse to run and the urge to curl up like a pill bug, close her eyes, tuck her head beneath her arms, and play the game of since-I-can't-see-monsters-monsters-can't-see-me.

Do you know what makes people love one another? Well, no one else does, either. But scientists study it, and there’s all this bizarre stuff about pheromones and facial symmetry and the circumstances under which you first met. People are weird. Our bodies are weird. Maybe I can’t help being attracted to her the same way flies can’t help being attracted to carnivorous plants.

It was just like Aleksander to steal even this from him, Gavriel thought. To treat the duel as a joke, to treat him as a joke. Now his only choices were to take aim at a man about to fall over or to bear the shame of crying off. And Aleksander would laugh at him later. I wasn’t so very drunk, he would say. And if I was, so what? If you weren’t such a milksop, then surely you’d have—Gavriel raised his pistol and shot his brother through the heart.

I am not sure I sleep, but I do dream.