Holly Black
Holly Black
Holly Black née Riggenbachis an American writer and editor best known for The Spiderwick Chronicles, a series of children's fantasy books she created with writer and illustrator Tony DiTerlizzi, and a trilogy of Young Adult novels officially called the Modern Faerie Tales trilogy. Her 2013 novel Doll Bones was named a Newbery Medal honor book...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionChildren's Author
Date of Birth10 November 1971
CityWest Long Branch, NJ
CountryUnited States of America
I can’t help feeling a little bit competitive and a little bit disappointed in myself that I’m already so far behind. After all, Yulikova thinks Barron has a real future with the Bureau. She told me so. I told her that sociopaths are relentlessly charming. I think she figured I was joking.
Boys never believe I can beat them, she told me back then. But I always win in the end.
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.
That’s family for you. Can’t live with them, can’t murder them.
She wears trouble like a crown. If she ever falls in love, she’ll fall like a comet, burning the sky as she goes.
Ruthless. That’s my girl.
Everything was strange and beautiful and swollen with possibilities.
I consider kissing her right there on the dirty couch, but self-preservation stops me. Once someone hurts you, it’s harder to relax around them, harder to think of them as safe to love. But it doesn’t stop you wanting them. Sometimes I actually think it makes the wanting worse
I'm afraid that whatever I touch is spoilt by the contact." "I'm not scared of being spoiled," Val said.
I'm not very good at explaining things," she said. "But I think you have beautiful eyes. I love the gold in them. I love that they're different from my eyes- I see mine all the time and I'm bored with them.
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.
It demeans you to cover rotten meat with honey. I know what I am. What would you want with a monster?" "Everything.
Nobody ever really sees me the way I am, underneath everything. But she did. She does.
I like all the things that make you monstrous.