If Love Is Great, Then It Is

Filters Are For Cigarrettes And Coffee," Simon Muttered Under His Breath As They Went Inside. "two Things I Could Use Right Now, Incidentally.

I See You're Determined To Miss My Point." "if You're Point Is That There Was A Pretty Girl In The Room And It Was Distracting You, Then I Think I've Taken Your Point Handily." "you Think She's Pretty?" Will Was Surprised; Jem Rarely Opinioned This Sort Of Thing. "yes, And You Do Too." "i Hadn't Noticed, Really." "yes, You Have, And I've Noticed You Noticing.

Her Name Rang In Will's Mind Like The Chime Of A Bell; He Wondered If Any Other Name On Earth Had Such An Inescapable Resonance To It. She Couldn't Have Been Named Something Awful, Could She, Like Mildred. He Couldn't Imagine Lying Awake At Night, Staring Up At The Ceiling While Invisible Voices Whispered 'mildred' In His Ears. But Tessa--

And What Colour Do You Suppose The Inner Depths Of Your Soul Are, Will Herondale?' 'mauve,' Said Will.

I Don’t Know Why I Ever Helped You.” “because You Like Broken Things.