The Less You Had, The More Careful

If You Knew How To Cook, Maybe I Would Eat," Jace Muttered. Isabelle Froze, Her Spoon Poised Dangerously. "what Did You Say?" Jace Edged Toward The Fridge. "i Said I'm Going To Look For A Snack To Eat." That's What I Thought You Said." Isabelle Turned Her Attention To The Soup.

You Had Every Right To Be. He Raised His Eyes To Look At Her And She Was Suddenly And Strangely Reminded Of Being Four Years Old At The Beach, Crying When The Wind Came Up And Blew Away The Castle She Had Made. Her Mother Had Told Her She Could Make Another One If She Liked, But It Hadn't Stopped Her Crying Because What She Had Thought Was Permanent Was Not Permanent After All, But Only Made Out Of Sand That Vanished At The Touch Of Wind And Water.

For Free Will Is What Makes Us Heaven's Creatures.

In Fiction, The Actions Of A Villain, Even When Unspeakable, Can Be Cathartic To Read About. They Let Us Experience Darkness, But Add A Safe Remove.

Why Do You Do These Things To Yourself? Not Just What You Did To The Window, But The Way You Talked To Clary. What Are You Punishing Yourself For? You Can't Help How You Feel.