Being remembered, and remembered so kindly, touched him more than he would have thought possible.

He took her by the shoulders and pulled her closer to him, his fingers knotting in the fabric of her dress. Even more than in the attic, she felt caught in the eddy of a powerful wave that threatened to pull her over and under, to crush and break her, to wear her down to softness as the sea might wear down a piece of glass.

cleverness that comes too late is hardly cleverness at all?

Everyone has choices to make; no one has the right to take those choices away from us. Not even out of love.

You like the party?" "Is it in honor of anything?" "My cat's birthday." "Oh." She glanced around. "Where's your cat?" "I dont know. He ran away." -Magnus & Clary, pg.221-

Do not seek revenge and call it justice.

Something in him was broken, and through that break spilled a blind cruelty, a need to hurt and to push away