Not All That Is Mortal Is Useless.

Tea. I Find That Both Settles The Stomach And Concentrates The Mind. Wonderful Drink, Tea.

If I Held A Revolver To Your Head, James, And Pulled The Trigger, Would It Really Matter If I Did Not Know That There Were Not Bullets In The Chambers?

I Love You, Clary Wanted To Say. And, I Would Do It Again. I Would Always Ask For You.

When I Am In The Darkness, I Want To Think Of It In The Light, With You," He Said, And Straightened, And Turned To Walk Toward The Door. The Parchment Robes Of The Silent Brothers Moved Around Him As He Moved, And Tessa Watched Him, Paralyzed, Every Pulse Of Her Heart Beating Out The Words She Could Not Say: Good-bye. Good-bye. Good-bye.

How Strange To Have The Power To Literally Transform Yourself Into Other People, And Yet Be So Unable To Put Yourself In Their Place.