There Was A Man Once Who Said

If You’re Being Punished,” Clary Said, “then So Am I. Because All Those Things You Felt, I Felt Them Too, But We Can’t—we Have To Stop Feeling This Way, Because It’s Our Only Chance.” Jace’s Hands Were Tight At His Sides. “our Only Chance For What?” “to Be Together At All. Because Otherwise We Can’t Ever Be Around Each Other, Not Even Just In The Same Room, And I Can’t Stand That. I’d Rather Have You In My Life Even As A Brother Than Not At All

It Is The Mundanes Who Look At Me And See Something They Do Not Understand—a Boy Who Is Not Quite White And Not Quite Foreign Either." "just As I Am Not Human, And Not Demon Either," Tessa Said Softly. His Eyes Softened. "you Are Human," He Said. "never Think You Are Not. I Have Seen You With Your Brother; I Know How You Care For Him. If You Can Feel Hope, Guilt, Sorrow, Love—then You Are Human.

I'm Not Ritualistic About Writing. I Try To Write As Often As Possible, Which Means That I Have To Be Able To Write In All Kinds Of Situations, Whether It's At Home On My Couch, Out At A Cafe, Or Traveling.

Sometimes," Jem Said, "our Lives Can Change So Fast That The Change Outpaces Our Minds And Hearts. It's Those Times, I Think, When Our Lives Have Altered But We Still Long For The Time Before Everything Was Altered-- That Is When We Feel The Greatest Pain. I Can Tell You, Though, From Experience, You Grow Accustomed To It. You Learn To Live Your New Life, And You Can't Imagine, Or Even Really Remember, How Things Were Before.

It's The Mortal Cup Jace, Not The Mortal Toilet Bowl.