You Think That's The Solution To Everything,

Your Trusting Idiocy Knows No Bounds

Goodness, Real Goodness, Has It's Own Sort Of Cruelty To It.

There Was A Small Wooden Gazebo Built Out Over The Water; Isabelle Was Sitting In It, Staring Out Across The Lake. She Looked Like A Princess In A Fairy Tale, Waiting At The Top Of Her Tower For Someone To Ride Up And Rescue Her. Not That Traditional Princess Behavior Was Like Isabelle At All. Isabelle With Her Whip And Boots And Knives Would Chop Anyone Who Tried To Pen Her Up In A Tower Into Pieces, Build A Bridge Out Of The Remains, And Walk Carelessly To Freedom, Her Hair Looking Fabulous The Entire Time.

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

No, I'm Just A Very Naughty Boy. I Do All Sorts Of Bad Things. I Kick Kittens. I Make Rude Gestures At Nuns.