I Suppose We All Lie To Ourselves

Every Meeting Led To A Parting, And So It Would, As Long As Life Was Mortal. In Every Meeting There Was Some Of The Sorrow Of Parting, But In Everything Parting There Was Some Of The Joy Of Meeting As Well.

I Can't - I'll Chop Off My Own Foot!" "if You're Going To Chop Off Anyone's Foot, Chop Off Benedict's," Will Muttered.

I Love You, Clary Wanted To Say. And, I Would Do It Again. I Would Always Ask For You.

Will Looked Horrified. "what Kind Of Monster Could Possibly Hate Chocolate?

We Are One Now, Little Brother, You And I," Sebastian Said. "we Are One.