Sarcasm Is The Last Refuge

Isabelle Was Holding An Umbrella. It Was Clear Plastic, Decorated With Decals Of Colorful Flowers. It Was One Of The Girliest Things Simon Had Ever Seen, And He Didn’t Blame Alec For Ducking Out From Under It And Taking His Chances With The Rain.

And Next Time You're Planning To Injure Yourself To Get Me Attention, Just Remember That A Little Sweet Talk Works Wonders.

I Need A Bodyguard." Simon Eyed Him. "have You Been Watching The Bodyguard? Because I Am Not Going To Fall In Love With You And Carry You Around In My Burly Arms.

Memories Did One No Good, Not When One Knew The Truth In The Present. Will Was Beautiful, But He Was Not Hers; He Was Anybody's. Something In Him Was Broken, And Trough That Break Spilled A Blind Cruelty, A Need To Hurt And To Push Away.

I Want My People To Be Protected, Strong, And Not To Be Driven Into Corners Until They Either Become Killers Or Are Killed!