You couldnt erase everything that caused you pain with recollection.Every memory was valuable; even the bad ones
Cassandra ClareBut they love each other," Clary said, appalled. "Isn't that what love means? That you're supposed to be there for the other person to turn to, no matter what?" Luke looked toward the river, at the dark water moving slowly under the light of the autumn moon. "Sometimes, Clary," he said, "love just isn't enough.
Cassandra ClareI do not mean to seem indelicate or ungrateful," said Linette Owens, "but are you a dangerous lunatic?
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