When The Soul Has Left

(...)i Don't Know Who I Am. I Look Like Stephen Herondale, And I Act Like A Lightwood And I Talk Like My Father- Like Valentine. So I See Myself In Your Eyes And I Try To Be That Person And I Think Faith Might Be Enough To Make Me Who You Wnat Me To Be." (jace, To Clary)

You Know Men. We Have Delicate Egos.

He Banged On The Side Of The Carriage. "thomas! We Must Away At Once To The Nearest Brothel. I Seek Scandal And Low Companionship.

Excuse Me, Bane?" Said Roderick Morgenstern. "are You Attending?" "i'm So Sorry," Magnus Said Politely. "somebody Incredibly Attractive Just Came Into The Room, And I Ceased To Pay Attention To A Word You Were Saying.

It Is Hard To Think Of Something As A Gift When You Have Been Tormented And Imprisoned For It.