Iโd do almost anything for you,โ Simon said quietly. โIโd die for you. You know that. But would I kill someone else, someone innocent? What about a lot of innocent lives? What about the whole world? Is it really love to tell someone that if it came down to picking between them and every other life on the planet, youโd pick them? Is thatโI donโt know, is that a moral sort of love at all?
Cassandra ClareJessamine recoiled from the paper as if it were a snake. "A lady does not read the newspaper. The society pages, perhaps, or the theater news. Not this filth." "But you are not a lady, Jessamine---," Charlotte began. "Dear me," said Will. "Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion.
Cassandra ClareI have heard sometimes that men who lose an arm of a leg still feel that pain in those limbs, though they are gone,' said Will. 'It is like that sometimes. I can feel Jem with me, though he is gone, and it is like I am missing a part of myself.
Cassandra ClareCharlotte, who had sagged back in her chair, her eyes half-closed, said, โWill, I have already been up all night copying down the relevant parts. Much of it wasโโ โGibberish?โ Jem suggested. โPornographic?โ said Will at the same time. โCould be both,โ said Will. โHavenโt you ever heard of pornographic gibberish before?
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