I Like In Books When We Start

His Hands Slipped From His Throat, And He Crashed To The Ground Like A Tree Falling. "oh, Dear," Said Pangborn, Gazing At The Fallen Body Of His Comrade With Fastidious Distaste. "how Unpleasant.

Clary Screamed Out Loud As He Fell Like A Stone- And Landed Lightly On His Feet Just In Front Of Her. Clary Stared With Her Mouth Open As He Rose Up Out Of A Shallow Crouch And Grinned At Her. "if I Made A Joke About Just Dropping In," He Said, "would You Write Me Off As A Cliché?

... Everything Seemed To Him A Uniform Shade Of Gray- Even The People! He Had Been Unable To Believe It Could Rain So Much In One Place, And So Unceasingly. The Damp Had Seemed To Come Up From The Floors And Into His Bones, So That He'd Thought He Would Eventually Sprout Mold, In The Manner Of A Tree. "you Do Get Used To It," He Said "even If Sometimes You Feel As If You Out To Be Able To Be Wrung Out Like A Washrag." P 311

Sarcasm Is The Last Refuge Of The Imaginatively Bankrupt.

I Could Not Tell You If I Loved You The First Moment I Saw You, Or If It Was The Second Or Third Or Fourth. But I Remember The First Moment I Looked At You Walking Toward Me And Realized That Somehow The Rest Of The World Seemed To Vanish When I Was With You.