There Are Memories That Time Can't Erase,

Catching Sight Of Himself In The Long Mirrors That Ran Along The Walls, He Stiffened In Shock...his Eyes Were Surrounded By Black Shadows, His Shirt Smeared With Dried Blood And Filthy Mud... "admiring Yourself?" The Inquisitor's Voice Cut Through His Reverie. "you Won't Look So Pretty When The Clave Gets Through With You." "you Do Seem Obsessed With My Look...could It Be That You're Attracted To Me?" "don't Be Revolting...you Could Be My Son.

I Don't Want To Be A Man," Said Jace. "i Want To Be An Angst-ridden Teenager Who Can't Confront His Own Inner Demons And Takes It Out Verbally On Other People Instead." "well," Said Luke, "you're Doing A Fantastic Job.

What You Said Was True. We Don't Live Or Love In A Vacuum. There Are People Around Us Who Care About Us Who Would Be Hurt, Maybe Destroyed If We Let Ourselves Feel What We Might Want To Feel.

I Think When We Make Choices—for Each Choice Is Individual Of The Choices We Have Made Before—we Must Examine Not Only Our Reasons For Making Them But What Result They Will Have, And Whether Good People Will Be Hurt By Our Decisions.

I Don't Want Tea," Said Clary, With Muffled Force. "i Want To Find My Mother. And Then I Want To Find Out Who Took Her In The First Place, And I Want To Kill Them." "unfortunately," Said Hodge, "we're All Out Of Bitter Revenge At The Moment, So It's Either Tea Or Nothing.