Tact Is Just Lying For Adults.

Not All That Is Mortal Is Useless.

To Lose An Arm Or A Leg Would Be Painful, But To Lose The Central Truth Of Your Life Felt—fatal.

Our Souls Are Knit. We Are One Person, James.

Before Simon Could Answer, He Heard The Sound Of The Front Door Opening. He Looked Daggers At Jace. "that's My Roommate. Kyle. Be Nice." Jace Smiled Charmingly. "i'm Always Nice.

I've Met An Attractive Weasel Or Two In My Time. He Looks More Like A Rat." -pg.170-