We Live And Breathe Words. It Was

What’s That Poem Again?” Will, Who Had Been Twirling His Empty Teacup Around His Fingers, Stood Up Straight And Declaimed: “each Spake Words Of High Disdain, And Insult To His Heart’s Best Brother—” “oh, By The Angel, Will, Do Be Quiet,” Said Charlotte, Standing Up. “i Must Go And Write A Letter To Aloysius Starkweather That Drips Remorse And Pleading. I Don’t Need You Distracting Me.” And, Gathering Up Her Skirts, She Hurried From The Room. “no Appreciation For The Arts,” Will Murmured, Setting His Teacup Down.

Knowing Is Better Than Not Knowing. Every Time.

Gideon Lightwood Said He Was At The Institute In Madrid. What On Earth Was He Doing There?' 'faffing About, Most Likely', Said Will.

Unfortunatley, Lady Of The Haven, My One True Love Remains My Self.

How Strange To Have The Power To Literally Transform Yourself Into Other People, And Yet Be So Unable To Put Yourself In Their Place.