the less you had, the more careful you had to be about everything you did have.

You said I am a good man," he said. "But I am not that good a man. And I am--I am catastrophically in love with you.

One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a wedding, four for a birth, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret that's never been told. ~ Simon

No," Jace agreed. "We don't fly. We break and enter.

Clary stopped wondering about peanut-fish-olive-tomato soup and started wondering what would happen if she dumped the contents of the pot on Isabelle’s head.

You're a reader as well as a writer, so write what you'd want to read.

Mortality, behold, and fear, What a change of flesh is here! Think how many royal bones Sleep within this heap of stones.