You couldnt erase everything that caused you pain with recollection.Every memory was valuable; even the bad ones
Cassandra ClareIsabelle," she said, lightening her tone with an obvious effort, "your loyalty to your friend is understandable --" "He's not my friend." Isabelle looked over at Jace, who was staring at her in a sort of daze. "He's my brother.
Cassandra ClareWhen I think of you, and you are not there, I see you in my mind's eye always with a book in your hand.
Cassandra Clare