If you insist on disavowing that which is ugly about what you do, you will never learn from your mistakes.
Cassandra ClareYou're staring at me," Simon said. "Why are you staring at me? Have I got something on my face?
Cassandra ClareHe was still stroking the inside of her wrist, his touch doing odd delicious things to her skin and nerves.
Cassandra ClareLife is a book, and there are a thousand pages I have not read. I would read them together with you, as many as I can, before I die -" She put her hand against his chest, just over his heart, and felt its beat against her palm, a unique time signature that was all its own. "I only wish you would not speak of dying," she said. "But even for that, yes, I know how you are with your words, and, Will- I love all of them. Every word you say. The silly ones, the mad ones, the beautiful ones, and the ones that are only for me. I love them, and I love you.
Cassandra Clare