I Think' She Said, Choosing Her Words

You're My Brother." "those Words Don't Mean Anything Where We're Concerned. We Aren't Human. Their Rules Don't Apply To Us. Stupid Laws About What Dna Can Be Mixed With What. Hypocritical, Really, Considering. We're Already Experiments.

I Didn't Get This Dressed Up To Watch You Mess Around In The Gutter With A Bunch Of Motorcycles." "they Are Pretty To Look At," Said Jace. "you Have To Admit That." "so Am I," Said Isabelle.

No Fewer Than Four Of My Esteemed Elders Told Me I Was On No Account To Ever Converse With You, So I Vowed That I Would Know You. My Name Is Edmund Herondale. May I Ask Your Name? They Reffered To You Only As 'that Disgraceful One-warlock Show.

Get Over Here. Sheldon's Had An Idea." "who's Sheldon?", Said Isabelle.

I Feel Myself Diminished, Parts Of Me Spiralling Away Into The Darkness, That Which Is Good And Honest And True - If You Hold It Away From Yourself Long Enough, Do You Lose It Entirely? If No One Cares For You At All, Do You Even Really Exist?