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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.

Holly Black

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Holly Black
Age: 53
Born: 1971
Born: November 10
Journalist
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New Jersey
United States
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There is nothing for her beyond those gates, Gavriel said. Do you think to bring her along like a talisman to remind you of your humanity? Or do you think sharing your damnation will lighten the burden of it?
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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.
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I'm afraid that whatever I touch is spoilt by the contact. I'm not scared of being spoiled, Val said.
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God, I hate you,” she says. “So much. Why do boys think that it will be better to lie and tell a girl how much they loved her and how they only dumped her for her own good? That they only tried to rearrange her brain for her own good? Does it make you feel better, Cassel? Does it? Because from my perspective, it really sucks.
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Memory is slippery. It bends to our understanding of the world, twists to accommodate our prejudices. It is unreliable. Witnesses seldom remember the same things. They identify the wrong people. They give us the details of events that never happened. Memory is slippery, but my memories suddenly feel slipperier.
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She didn't know how much she'd been hoping that he still loved her, until she felt how much it hurt to realize he didn't.
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Philip Sharpe was a soldier in God's army, says the minister. Now he marches with the angels.
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Marks forget that whenever something's too good to be true, that's because it's a con.
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Farewell, Father, she said. He fell back upon his chair, choking. She laughed, not with mirth or even mockery, but something that was closer to a sob. You crafted me so sharp, I cut even myself.
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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.
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You in trouble?” Sam asks. The way he says it, I wonder if he’s thinking about how to get out of here if I am.
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Don't be drinking the Haterade.
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I thought weirdness was a good thing. I don't mean that defensively, either. I thought it was something to be cultivated.
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The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.
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I'm afraid my voice is going to break. I am afraid she is going to hear how much this hurts.
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I would remain nearer you for what time there is. Gone in one faerie sigh, she quoted. Leather-clad fingers brushed over her short hair, rested on her cheek. I can hold my breath.
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in her dreams, blood tasted like fizzy strawberry soda. If you drank it too fast, you got brain freeze. When she was older, after she'd licked a cut on her finger, the taste of that became the taste in her dreams: copper and tears.
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