And he understands. He understands why people hold hands: he’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying This is mine. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.

you know this means that what we did-what we almost did in Paris-" "Going to the Eiffel Tower?

It's your gift, to see the beauty and the horror in ordinary things. It doesn't make you crazy, just different.

Time was like the rain, glittering as it fell, changing the world, but something that could also be taken for granted. Until you love a mortal. Then time became gold in a miser's hands, every bright year counted out carefully, infinitely precious, and each one slipping through you fingers. Cassandra Clare: What Really Happened in Peru

Facilis descensus Averno Noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis Sed revocare gradum superasque evadere ad auras Hoc opus labor est

Some are just born bad, and that's all there is to it.

It sucked to be old enough to want to know what was going on, but so young you were always dismissed.