Love Make Us A Liar.

If People Ever Look Down Upon You For Crying For Fictional Characters, You Should Give Them A Gentle, Pitying Look And Feel Bad For Them. If They've Never Cried For A Fictional Character, Then They've Never Loved One (and What A Joy That Is). If They've Never Cried At A Book, A Movie, A Piece Of Music, Then They've Missed One Of The Great Pleasures Life Has To Offer. Just Because Fiction Does Not Contain Things That Are Real Doesn't Mean It Doesn't Contain Truth, And We Find It Through The Alchemy Of Our Tears.

And Maybe It Would Have Bitten You In Half," Said Will. "what You Are Describing, The Transformation Into A Demon, Is The Last Stage Of The Pox." "will!" Charlotte Threw Up Her Hands. "why Didn't You Say So?" "you Know, The Books On Demon Pox Are In The Library," Will Said With An Injured Tone. "i Wasn't Preventing Anyone From Reading Them." "yes, But If Benedict Was Going To Turn Into An Enormous Serpent, You'd Think You Could At Least Have Mentioned It," Said Charlotte. "as A Matter Of General Interest.

He’s Very Pretty. For A Human.” “he’s Very Broken,” Said Magnus. “like A Lovely Vase That Someone Has Smashed. Only Luck And Skill Can Put It Back Together The Way It Was Before.

One For Sorrow, Two For Mirth, Three For A Wedding, Four For A Birth, Five For Silver, Six For Gold, Seven For A Secret That's Never Been Told. ~ Simon

Now Very Much Against Her Will, She Thought Of The Way Jace Had Looked At Her Then, The Blaze Of Faith In His Eyes, His Belief In Her. He Had Always Thought She Was Strong. He Had Showed It In Everything He Did, In Every Look And Every Touch. Simon Had Faith In Her Too, Yet When He'd Held Her, It Had Been As If She Were Something Fragile, Something Made Of Delicate Glass. But Jace Had Held Her With All The Strength He Had, Never Wondering If She Could Take It--he'd Known She Was As Strong Has He Was.