Have A Little Faith In My Magic

The World Is A Wheel. When We Rise Or Fall, We Do It Together.

“he Has Many Things I Haven’t Got,” Said Jace. “like Nearsightedness, Bad Posture, And An Appalling Lack Of Coordination.” - Jace About Simon

Well, Thanks. It Was Nice Of You To Give Me Anything." The Tension Between Them Seemed To Press Down On Her Like Humid Air. "better Than A Bath In Spaghetti Any Day." He Said Darkly, "if You Share That Little Bit Of Personal Information With Anyone, I May Have To Kill You." "well, When I Was Five, I Wanted My Mother To Let Me Go Around And Around Inside The Dryer With The Clothes," Clary Said. "the Difference Is, She Didn't Let Me." "probably Because Going Around And Around Inside A Dryer Can Be Fatal," Jace Pointed Out, "whereas Pasta Is Rarely Fatal. Unless Isabelle Makes It.

He Had Become A Monster. You Just Couldn't See It...because It Wore The Face Of A Friend.

He Does What He Wants, And I Don’t Ask,” He Said. “he Could Bring A Six-foot Tall Pink Rabbit In A Bikini Back Home With Him If He Wanted To. It’s Not My Business. But If You’re Asking Me If I’ve Brought Any Girls Back Here, The Answer Is No. I Don’t Want Anybody But You.