You Can Never Love Me.

They’re Not Hideous,” Said Tessa. Will Blinked At Her. “what?” “gideon And Gabriel,” Said Tessa. “they’re Really Quite Good-looking, Not Hideous At All.” “i Spoke,” Said Will, In Sepulchral Tones, “of The Pitch-black Inner Depths Of Their Souls.” Tessa Snorted. “and What Color Do You Suppose The Inner Depths Of Your Soul Are, Will Herondale?” “mauve,” Said Will.

My Blood In His Veins." ~jace

You Asked Me Who I Belong To. I Belong To You.

My Advice To Young Writers Would Be To Write Every Day, Even If It Is Only A Few Words. Get Yourself On The Habit Of Writing And It Will Become A Lifelong One. And Find A Place To Write Where You Are Physically Comfortable. You Can't Concentrate If You Aren't. Ernest Hemingway Could Only Write Standing Up, And Truman Capote Could Only Write Lying Down!

Wanderlust Is Not Unheard Of In Our Kind; It Comes Upon Us Now And Then. When You Can Live Forever, Staying In One Place Can Come To Seem A Dull Prison After Many, Many Years.