We May Not Be All That Bright,

He Had To Think He Was Michael Wayland’s Son, Or The Lightwoods Would Not Have Protected Him As They Did. It Was Michael They Owed A Debt To, Not Me. It Was On Michael’s Account That They Loved Him, Not Mine.” “maybe They Loved Him On His Own Account,” Said Clary.

After All, It Was Never Darnay He Quoted, Only Sydney, Drunk And Wrecked And Dissipated. Sydney, Who Died For Love.

So, What Are You?" "what I Am Is Someone Who Doesn't Want You To Jump Out Of The Window. The Rest Are Details.

Mortality, Behold, And Fear, What A Change Of Flesh Is Here! Think How Many Royal Bones Sleep Within This Heap Of Stones.

You And Your Name Dropping He Said, I Knew Michael, I Knew Sammael. The Angel Gabriel Did My Hair. Its Like I'm With The Band With Biblical Figures.