Simon Kept Pace Beside Clary For A

It's Your Gift, To See The Beauty And The Horror In Ordinary Things. It Doesn't Make You Crazy, Just Different.

Hodge Had Given Up A Long Time Ago Trying To Live A Better Life Or A Different One; All He Wanted Was Not To Be Afraid, And So He Was Afraid All The Time

It's Like Banging My Head Against The Wall, Except If I Were Actually Banging My Head On A Wall, I'd Be Able To Make Myself Stop.

If You Insist On Disavowing That Which Is Ugly About What You Do, You Will Never Learn From Your Mistakes.

Anyway, He's [simon] Obviously Not Here. Go Back To What You Were Doing. What's The Point In Wasting A Perfectly Good Brick Wall When You Have Someone To Throw Against It, That's What I Always Say." And She [isabelle] Stalked Off, Back Toward The Bar. - City Of Fallen Angels Pg 188 Hardcover