So I Lied To You Last Night.

Every Teenager In The World Feels Like That, Feels Broken Or Out Of Place, Different Somehow, Royalty Mistakenly Born Into A Family Of Peasants. The Difference In Your Case Is That It's True.

A Sarcastic Blond Genie With A Bad Attitude. -clary, Pg.243-

I’d Do Almost Anything For You,” Simon Said Quietly. “i’d Die For You. You Know That. But Would I Kill Someone Else, Someone Innocent? What About A Lot Of Innocent Lives? What About The Whole World? Is It Really Love To Tell Someone That If It Came Down To Picking Between Them And Every Other Life On The Planet, You’d Pick Them? Is That—i Don’t Know, Is That A Moral Sort Of Love At All?

You Live In My Head All The Time.

Life Is A Book, And There Are A Thousand Pages I Have Not Read. I Would Read Them Together With You, As Many As I Can, Before I Die -" She Put Her Hand Against His Chest, Just Over His Heart, And Felt Its Beat Against Her Palm, A Unique Time Signature That Was All Its Own. "i Only Wish You Would Not Speak Of Dying," She Said. "but Even For That, Yes, I Know How You Are With Your Words, And, Will- I Love All Of Them. Every Word You Say. The Silly Ones, The Mad Ones, The Beautiful Ones, And The Ones That Are Only For Me. I Love Them, And I Love You.