Every Memory Was Valuable; Even The Bad

Where Is Your Angel Now?

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.

One Must Always Be Careful Of Books," Said Tessa, "and What Is Inside Them, For Words Have The Power To Change Us.

You Know," Clary Said, "most Psychologists Agree That Hostility Is Really Just Sublimated Sexual Attraction.

Oooh, That Was Fun." "that Does It," Said Jace. "i'm Going To Get You A Dictionary For Christmas This Year." "why?" Isabelle Said. "so You Can Look Up 'fun.' I'm Not Sure You Know What It Means." Isabelle Pulled The Long Heavy Mass Of Her Wet Hair Forward And Wrung It Out As If It Were Wet Washing. "you're Raining On My Parade." "it's A Pretty Wet Parade Already, If You Hadn't Noticed." Jace Glanced Around.