1,011 Quotes by Holly Black

I throw away stacks of newspaper and catalogs, bills that probably went unpaid for years, plastic bags of hangers and wires, and the hockey stick.

That was the problem with monsters. Sometimes they looked just like everybody else.

I wonder about death, I who may never know it. It looks much like ecstacy, the way they open their mouths as they drown, the way their fingers dig into your skin. Their eyes are wide and startled and they trash in your hands as though with an excess of passion.

He looks up at me with his night-colored eyes, beautiful and terrible all at once. “For a moment,” he says, “I wondered if it wasn’t you shooting bolts at me.”I make a face at him. “And what made you decide it wasn’t?”He grins up at me. “They missed.

Stories can justify anything. It doesn’t matter if the boy with the heart of stone is a hero or a villain; it doesn’t matter if he got what he deserved or if he didn’t. No one can reward him or punish him, save the storyteller.

I envy what I fear and hate what I envy.

Little brother,” Balekin says without waiting to be acknowledged. He wears the chained cuffs on his wrists as though they are bracelets, as though they add to his status instead of marking him as a prisoner.

We sat together on the couch, watching the cartoon skater fail to land jumps and fall in helpless, and probably unrequited love, with his coach. (They're watching Yuri on Ice!!)

The curse is broken. The king is returned."He's every bit as terrifying as any serpent.I don't care. I run into his arms.Cardan's fingers dig into my back. He's trembling, and whether it is from ebbing magic or horro, I am not sure. But he holds me as though I am the only solid thing in the world.