Megan

“Feels almost like real agent work, doesn’t it?” Barron says as we walk down the street, heads bowed against the wind. “You know, if we caught your girlfriend committing a crime, I bet Yulikova would give us a bonus or something for being prize pupils.”

“Except that we’re not going to do that,” I say.

“I thought you wanted us to be good guys.” He grins a too-wide grin. He’s enjoying needling me, and my reacting only makes it worse, but I can’t stop.

“Not if it means hurting her,” I say, my voice as deadly as I can make it. “Never her.”

“Got it. Hurting, bad. But how do you excuse stalking her and her friends, little brother?”

“I’m not excusing it,” I say. “I’m just doing it.”
― Holly Black, Black Heart

“Mine. The language of love is like that, possessive. That should be the first warning that it's not going to encourage anyone's betterment.”
― Holly Black, Black Heart

“Boys never believe I can beat them, she told me back then. But I always win in the end.”
― Holly Black, Black Heart

“But now I wonder--what if everyone is pretty much the same and it's just a thousand small choices that add up to the person you are? No good or evil, no black and white, no inner demons or angels whispering the right answers in our ears like it's some cosmic SAT test. Just us, hour by hour, minute by minute, day by day, making the best choices we can.
The thought is horrifying. If that's true, then there's no right choice. There's only choice.”
― Holly Black, Black Heart