How Generous The Universe Could Be, When

When Life Gives You Lemons, Make Lemonade, And Then Throw It In The Face Of The Person Who Gave You The Lemons Until They Give You The Oranges You Originally Asked For.

Simon Stepped Between Them. “i’m Not Going To Let You Fight With Each Other.” “and What Are You Going To Do About It If . . . Oh.” Jace's Gaze Trailed Up To Simon’s Forehead, And He Grinned Reluctantly. “ So Basically You’re Threatening To Turn Me Into Something You Can Sprinkle On Popcorn If I Don’t Do What You Say?

Lord, You're Irish," Said Will. "can You Make Things That Don't Have Potatoes In Them? We Had An Irish Cook Once When I Was A Boy. Potato Pie, Potato Custard, Potatoes With Potato Sauce.

I Must Say, I Rather Like The Way You Manage Will.

He Has Fought Many Battles With Us" (jace) By Which You Mean One Battle" Muttered Simon. "two If You Count The One I Was A Rat