Books Are For Reading, Not For Turning

Perhaps He's In Love With Agatha," She Said. "i Hope Not. I Intend To Marry Agatha Myself. She May Be A Thousand Years Old, But She Makes An Incomparable Jam Tart. Beauty Fades, But Cooking Is Eternal.

I Rather Wonder What I Am Doing Here. I Enjoy City Life, You Know. The Glittering Lights, The Constant Companionship, The Liquid Entertainment. The Lack Of Sudden Monkeys.

He Had To Think He Was Michael Wayland’s Son, Or The Lightwoods Would Not Have Protected Him As They Did. It Was Michael They Owed A Debt To, Not Me. It Was On Michael’s Account That They Loved Him, Not Mine.” “maybe They Loved Him On His Own Account,” Said Clary.

She Had Loved Him For Such A Long Time, She Thought. How Was It That She Did Now Know Him At All?

Will Bounded Up Onto One Of The Ladders And Yanked A Book Off The Shelf. "i'll Find You Something Else To Read. Catch." He Had Let It Fall Without Looking And Tessa Had To Dart Forward To Seize It Before It Hit The Floor. - Clockwork Angel