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You really dug your own grave,” he mutters. “And I’m going to bury you in it.” “Say that louder,” I tell him, under my breath. “I dare you.

Holly Black

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Holly Black
Age: 53
Born: 1971
Born: November 10
Journalist
Novelist
Writer
New Jersey
United States
Dare
Tell
Mutters
Going
Louder
Really
Bury
Grave
Graves
Breath
Breaths

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Everything was strange and beautiful and swollen with possibilities.
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It’s just that you go so crazy being alone like that. Sometimes he’d forget my water or food and I’d cry and cry and cry.” She stops talking and looks out the window. “I would try to tell myself stories to pass the time. Fairy tales. Parts of books. But they got used up.
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No, said Luis, You can't date the Lord of the Night Court. Well, I'm not, he dumped me. You can't get dumped by the lord of the night court. Oh, yes, you can. You so completely can.
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She'd always been a little contemptuous of beauty, as though it was something you had to trade away some other vital thing for.
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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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He’s quiet then. We lie next to each other, twin corpses waiting for burial.
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I thought of how proud he was when he took the marks- cutting the skin of his throat in a long slash and then packing it with ashes until keloid scars rose up. He called it his second smile.
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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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She wears trouble like a crown. If she ever falls in love, she’ll fall like a comet, burning the sky as she goes.
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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.
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You better get over here with my car,” Grandad says. “Before I call the cops and tell them you stole it.” “Sorry,” I say contritely. Then the rest of what he said sinks in and I laugh. “Wait, did you just threaten me with calling the police? Because that I’d like to see.
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Death has his favorites, like anyone. Those who are beloved of Death will not die.
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I envy what I fear and hate what I envy.
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Those who really love you don't mean to hurt you and if they do, you can't see it in their eyes but it hurts them too.
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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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