Crying Wouldn't Help Anything Now.

We Can Buy You One Of Those Books They Have For Little Kids 'timmy Has Two Dads'. Except I Don't Think They Have One Called 'timmy Has Two Dads And One Of Them Was Evil'. That Part You're Just Going To Have To Work Through On Your Own.

She Unwrapped The Blanket When She Came In My Door. You Were Inside It. She Set You Down On The Floor And You Started Ranging Around, Picking Things Up, Pulling My Cat's Tail—you Screamed Like A Banshee When The Cat Scratched You, So I Asked Your Mother If You Were Part Banshee. She Didn't Laugh.

He Banged On The Side Of The Carriage. "thomas! We Must Away At Once To The Nearest Brothel. I Seek Scandal And Low Companionship.

I Thought Of Love As A Game. It Is Not A Game. It Is More Serious Than Death.

Some Burns," Clary Said. "nothing That Matters" "everything That Happens To You Matters To Me." "well That Certainly Explains Why You Haven't Called Me Back Once. And The Last Time I Saw You, You Ran Away Without Telling Me Why. It's Like Dating A Ghost." Jace's Mouth Quirked Up Slightly At The Side. "not Exactly. Isabelle Actually Dated A Ghost. She Could Tell You--" "no," Clary Said. "it Was A Metaphor. And You Know Exactly What I Mean.