What is this?โ he went on now, spearing an unfortunate object on a fork and raising it to eye level. โThisโฆ thisโฆ thing?โ โA parsnip?โ Jem suggested. โA parsnip planted in Satanโs own garden.โ said Will. He glanced about. โI donโt suppose thereโs a dog I could feed it to.โ โThere donโt seem to be any pets about,โ Jemโwho loved all animals, even the inglorious and ill-tempered Churchโobserved. โProbably all poisoned by parsnips,โ said Will.
Cassandra ClareI get the feeling you'd rather pine over someone you can never possibly be with than try being with someone you can.
Cassandra ClareTo be friends is a beautiful thing, Tessa, and I do not scorn it, but I have hoped for a long time now that we might be more than friends.
Cassandra Clare