It Was Books That Made Me Feel

I Promise To Charm The Dickens Out Of Him,' Said Will, Sitting Up And Readjusting His Crushed Hat. 'i Shall Charm Him With Such Force That When I Am Done, He Will Be Left Lying Limply On The Ground, Trying To Remember His Own Name.' 'the Man's Eighty-nine', Muttered Jem. 'he May Well Have The Problem Anyway.

You Cannot Buy Or Drug Or Dream Your Way Out Of Pain.

You Invited Him Into Bed?" Simon Demanded, Looking Shaken. "ridiculous, Isn't It?" Said Jace. "we Would Never Have All Fit.

The Truth Is That I Love Simon Like I Should Love You, And I Wish That He Was My Brother And You Weren't." - Clary

I Have Lost Everything. Lost Everything. Everything. - William Herondale