Every Heart Has Its Own Melody.

We Are One Now, Little Brother, You And I," Sebastian Said. "we Are One.

Magnus Had Been Alive Hundreds Of Years Himself, And Yet The Simplest Things Could Turn A Day Into A Jewel, And A Succession Of Days Into A Glittering Chain That Went On And On. Here Was The Simplest Thing: A Pretty Girl Liked Him, And The Day Shone.

She Felt Dirty All Over And Looking Over Sebastian, Sweat On His Brow And His Naked Torso Barely Covered By The Sheets, She Had To Swallow Back Bile At What She'd Just Done.

You Are The Central Point About Which His World Spins.

Jem Seemed To Look Through Her Then, As If He Were Seeing Something Beyond Her, Beyond The Corridor, Beyond The Institute Itself. "whatever You Are Physically," He Said, "male Or Female, Strong Or Weak, Ill Or Healthy--all Those Things Matter Less Than What Your Heart Contains. If You Have The Soul Of A Warrior, You Are A Warrior. All Those Other Things, They Are The Glass That Contains The Lamp, But You Are The Light Inside." He Smiled Them, Seeming To Have Come Back To Himself, Slightly Embarrassed. "that's What I Believe.