If There Was An Arrow Speeding Toward

It's A Coffee Cup." She Could Hear The Irritation In Her Own Voice. "i Know It's A Coffee Cup." "i Can't Wait Till You Draw Something Really Complicated, Like The Brooklyn Bridge Or A Lobster. You'll Probably Send Me A Singing Telegram.

You're Gorgeous," She Said. Her Hands Slid Around To Flatten Themselves Against His Chest. "you Know That Right?" "and I Just Don't Care," She Says "isabelle, I Don't Think-wait, What?

In The End That Was The Choice You Made, And It Doesn't Matter How Hard It Was To Make It. It Matters That You Did.

What?" Jace Was Still Staring At Her As If She'd Told Him She'd Found One Of The Silent Brothers Doing Nude Cartwheels In The Hallway.

There Are So Many Worse Things Than Death. Not To Be Loved Or Not To Be Able To Love: That Is Worse.