He wondered if normalcy was something, like vision or silence, you didn't realize was precious until you lost it.
Cassandra ClareHe'd felt like a jack-o-lantern for the past few days, as if his guts had been yanked out with a fork and dumped in a heap while a grinning smile stayed plastered on his face.
Cassandra ClareIt had been a whim, and there was nothing Magnus attached more importance to than a whim.
Cassandra ClareIt is what is left to him," said Will. "Do you not recall what he says to Lucie? 'If it had been possible... that you could have returned the love of the man you see before yourself- flung away, wasted, drunken, poor creature of misure as you know him to be- he would have been conscious this day and hour, in spite of his happiness, that he would bring you misery, bring you to sorrow and repetance, blight you, disgrace you, pull you down with him
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