Love Makes You A Liar.

If You Insist On Disavowing That Which Is Ugly About What You Do, You Will Never Learn From Your Mistakes.

Magnus Gazed Dreamily In His Direction. "you Should Leave Him Here. I Could Hang Hats On Him And Things.

But How Do They Get Inside?" "they Fly," Jace Said, And Indicated The Upper Floors Of The Building. [...] "we Don't Fly," Clary Felt Impelled To Point Out. "no," Jace Agreed. "we Don't Fly. We Break And Enter." He Started Across The Street Toward The Hotel. "flying Sounds Like More Fun," Clary Said, Hurrying To Catch Up With Him. "right Now Everything Sounds Like More Fun.

My Blood In His Veins." ~jace

The Meek May Inherit The Earth, But At The Moment It Belongs To The Conceited. Like Me.