Your Life Is Yours To Live As

Whenever I See Interesting Names, I Jot Them Down. I've Found Them In Lots Of Different Places: On The News, In The Phone Book, Even On Hotel Registry Lists.

If You Do Not Help Me," Tessa Said To Jem, "i Swear, I Will Change Into You, And I Will Lift Him Myself. And Then Everyone Here Will See What You Look Like In A Dress." She Fixed Him With A Look. "do You Understand?

Mom. I Have Something To Tell You. I’m Undead. Now, I Know You May Have Some Preconceived Notions About The Undead. I Know You May Not Be Comfortable With The Idea Of Me Being Undead. But I’m Here To Tell You That Undead Are Just Like You And Me … Well, Okay. Possibly More Like Me Than You.

What Have You Done To My Cat?" Magnus Demanded... "you Drank His Blood, Didn't You? You Said You Weren't Hungry!" Simon Was Indignant. "i Did Not Drink His Blood. He's Fine!" He Poked The Chairman In The Stomach. The Cat Yawned. "second, You Asked Me If I Was Hungry When You Were Ordering Pizza, So I Said No, Because I Can't Eat Pizza. I Was Being Polite." "that Doesn't Get You The Right To Eat My Cat." "your Cat Is Fine!" Simon Reached To Pick Up The Tabby, Who Jumped Indignantly To His Feet And Stalked Off The Table. "see?" "whatever.

It's So Dark," She Said Lamely. "you Want Me To Hold Your Hand?" Clary Put Both Her Hands Behind Her Back Like A Small Child. "don't Talk Down To Me." "well, I Could Hardly Talk Up To You. You're Too Short.