I'm not going to be at all pleased if you've blinded me, Henry.

That's the van? It looks like a rotting banana." This was undeniable - Eric had painted the van a neon shade of yellow, and it was blotched with dings and rust like splotches of decay.

By the Angel, it just crushed Sophocles," noted Will. "Has no one respect for the classics these days?

They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite

The world is the same but you are different

She had made the choice for him - in a moment of flight and panic, but she had made it - not realizing that her Jace would rather die than be like this, and that she'd been not so much saving his life as damning him to an existence he would despise.

One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a wedding, four for a birth, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret that's never been told. ~ Simon