I Kick Kittens. I Made Rude Gestures

He Found Himself Wanting To Write Poetry About How Her Blue Eyes Were Like Starlight And Her Hair Like Night, Because "night" And "starlight" Rhymed, But He Had A Feeling The Poem Wouldn't Turn Out That Well.

As Long As There Is Love And Memory, There Is No True Loss.

You Can Keep It A Secret.... But Secrets Have Their Own Weight, And It Can Be A Very Heavy One.

All Lightwoods Look The Same To Me—

I Know You Worry About Me Needing You, But I Shouldn't Be With You Because I Need You. I Should Be With You Because I Love You.