You Live In My Head All The

Oh, Good. You're Starting To Talk About Yourself In The Third Person. That's Not A Sign Of Impending Megalomania Or Anything.

She Looked Around. They Had Drifted Far Away From The Bank Of The Canal. "are We Stealing This Boat?" "stealing' Is Such An Ugly Word," He Mused. "what Do You Want To Call It?" He Picked Her Up And Swung Her Around Before Putting Her Down. "an Extreme Case Of Window-shopping.

Sometimes, When I Have To Do Something I Don't Want To Do, I Pretend I'm A Character From A Book. It's Easier To Know What They Would Do.

It's Will Who Ought To Be Sorry." Jem's Eyes Darkened. "we Shall Throw Him Out Onto The Streets," He Proclaimed. "i Promise You He'll Be Gone By Morning." Tessa Started And Sat Upright. "oh - No, You Can't Mean That -" He Grinned. "of Course I Don't. But You Felt Better For A Moment There, Didn't You?" "it Was Like A Beautiful Dream," Tessa Said Gravely.

Clary Wondered What Exactly Peanut-fish-olive-tomato Soup Tasted Like.