My Rapier Wit Hides My Inner Pain.

I'm Not Sure There's Such Thing A Thing As A Normal Life.

You May Be The Only Guy My Age I've Ever Met Who Knows What Bergamot Is, Much Less That It's In Earl Grey Tea." "yes, Well," Jace Said, With A Supercilious Look, "i'm Not Like Other Guys. Besides," He Added, Flipping A Book Off The Shelf, "at The Institute We Have To Take Classes In Basic Medicinal Uses For Plants. It's Required." "i Figured All Your Classes Were Stuff Like Slaughter 101 And Beheading For Beginners." Jace Flipped A Page. "very Funny, Fray.

I Want To Kiss You One More Time Before I Die.

You Are Just Jealous," Magnus Remarked Calmly. "because You Do Not Have The Soul Of A True Artiste Like Myself." "oh, I Am Positively Green With Envy," Ragnor Snapped. "come Now, Ragnor. That's Not Fair," Said Magnus. "you Know I Love It When You Make Jokes About Your Complexion.

You Want A Round Table Meeting, We Can Have A Round Table Meeting." "i Love Round Tables," Said Magnus Brightly. "they Suit Me So Much Better Than Square.