Words Have The Power To Change Us.

No, I'm Just A Very Naughty Boy. I Do All Sorts Of Bad Things. I Kick Kittens. I Make Rude Gestures At Nuns.

As Long As There Was Coffee In The World, How Bad Could Things Be?

Change Is Not Always Accomplished Peacefully, But That Does Not Make It Disadventageous.

He (jace) Glanced Down At His Bound Hands. His Wrists And Shoulders Had Gone From Aching To Hard, Stabbing Pain, But He Didn’t Wince As The Inquisitor Regarded One Of The Blades, Named It Jophiel, And Plunged It Into The Polished Wooden Floorboards At Her Feet. He Waited, But Nothing Happened. “boom,” He Said Eventually. “was Something Supposed To Happen There?” ~pg.303~

Since I've Met You, Everything I've Done Has Been In Part Because Of You. I Can't Untie Myself From You, Clary- Not My Heart Or My Blood Or My Mind Or Any Other Part Of Me. And I Don't Want To." ~jace Wayland