I’m From New Jersey. I Was Born

You Point Your Feet Out Too Much When You Walk,” Will Went On. He Was Busy Polishing An Apple On His Shirtfront, And Appeared Not To Notice Tessa Glaring At Him. “camille Walks Delicately. Like A Faun In The Woods. Not Like A Duck” “i Do Not Walk Like A Duck.” “i Like Ducks,” Jem Observed Diplomatically. “especially The Ones In Hyde Park.

When You Told Me The First Time That Valentine Was Your Father, I Didn't Believe It. Not Just Because I Didn't Want It To Be True, But Because You Weren't Anything Like Him. I've Never Thought You're Anything Like Him. But You Are. You Are.

Another Vampire Pushed Her Way Through The Crowd To Stand At His Side—a Pretty Blue-haired Asian Girl In A Silver Foil Skirt. Clary Wondered If There Were Any Ugly Vampires, Or Maybe Any Fat Ones. Maybe They Didn't Make Vampires Out Of Ugly People. Or Maybe Ugly People Just Didn't Want To Live Forever.

Or Perhaps This Hostility Of Yours Is The Pretense. Love Does Make Liars Out Of Your Kind.

It Would Hardly Benefit Me To Hold Anything Back Unnecessarily, When I Know What I'm Asking. For You To Find A Needle In--god, Not Even A Haystack. A Needle In A Tower Full Of Other Needles.