Kill me, little sister. Kill me and you kill Jace, too.

Missing, one stunningly attractive teenage boy. Answers to 'Jace' or 'Hot Stuff

I keep thinking about blood, I dream about it. Wake up thinking about it. Pretty soon I'll be writing morbid emo poetry about it.

There was a man once who said that mothers carry the key of our souls with them all our lives. But you threw mine away

Fate is never fair. You are caught in a current much stronger than you are; struggle against it and you'll drown not just yourself but those who try to save you. Swim with it. and you'll survive

He felt his heart, which no longer beat, contract, and he wondered if there was anything in the world as painful as not being able to protect the people you loved.

People who know and love the same books as you, have the road map to your soul.