Words Have The Power To

"simon,” Said A Voice At His Shoulder, And He Turned To See Izzy, Her Face A Pale Smudge Between Dark Hair And Dark Cloak, Looking At Him, Her Expression Half-angry, Half-sad. “i Guess This Is The Part Where We Say Good-bye?

Memories Did One No Good, Not When One Knew The Truth In The Present

Is This One Of Those Days Where We All Stalk Out In Fury? Because I Simply Haven't Got The Energy For It.

You’re Attacking That One Like A Wolverine.

Being Sixteen Forever Sounded Good Until You Really Thought About It. Then It Didn't Seem Like Such A Great Prospect.