A Mark that spoke of loss was still a Mark, a remembrance. You could not lose something you never had.
Cassandra ClareYou are Spider-Man!" she exclaimed. Simon glanced down from his perch halfway up the pillar. "That makes you Mary Jane. She has red hair.
Cassandra ClareWhen life gives you lemons, make lemonade, and then throw it in the face of the person who gave you the lemons until they give you the oranges you originally asked for.
Cassandra Clare