How are you feeling?" "Like someone massaged me with a cheese grater." -Clary & Simon, pg.297-

Simon looked from one of them to the other, and shook his head. “ When did you two get so buddy-buddy? Last night it was all, ‘I’m the most elite warrior!’ ‘ No, I’m the most elite warrior!’ And today you’re playing Halo and giving each other props for good ideas.

I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider.

Memories did one no good, not when one knew the truth in the present. Will was beautiful, but he was not hers; he was anybody's. Something in him was broken, and trough that break spilled a blind cruelty, a need to hurt and to push away.

Don't sulk. For someone with all the grace and coordination of a pregnant wildebeest, you did great.

My ideas often come from strong mental images. When I'm observing some relatively ordinary thing, I'll think, "What if...." and out of that brainstorming a story emerges.

It is hard to think of something as a gift when you have been tormented and imprisoned for it.