Sorry, are you telling me that your demon-slaying buddies need to be driven to their next assignment with the forces of darkness by my mom?
A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers?
I keep thinking about blood, I dream about it. Wake up thinking about it. Pretty soon I’ll be writing morbid emo poetry about it.
Going round and around inside a dryer can be fatal, whereas pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it.
That sounds terrific, thought Cary, just you, your comatose wife your shell-shocked son, and your daughter who hates your guts. Not to mention that your two kids may be in love with each other. Yeah, that sounds like a perfect family reunion.
And next time you’re planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders.
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won’t get over you, Clary, he can’t.
I am, in the end, what you made me.
I believe that authors don’t have a responsibility to include “messages” in their work, but they do have a responsibility to write a world that seems true and real, never more than when expecting readers to believe in magic and angels and fairies.
Will smiled the way Lucifer might have smiled, moments before he fell from Heaven.
Do reasons matter when there’s nothing that can be done to change things.
You behave as if everything is funny to you, but you never laugh. Sometimes you smile when you think no one is paying attention.
There have always been readers throughout history who have been drawn to villains.
Inanimate objects are harmless indeed, Mr. Mortmain. But one cannot always say the same of the men who use them.
Let me give you a piece of advice. The handsome young fellow who’s trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is never wrong. Not even if he says the sky is purple and made of hedgehogs.
If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?
In fiction, the actions of a villain, even when unspeakable, can be cathartic to read about. They let us experience darkness, but add a safe remove.
He was the one she was doing all this for, but sometimes she missed him so much it felt like she swallowed broken glass.
When you find a man you wish to marry, Tessa, remember this: You will know what kind of man he is not by the things he says, but by the things he does.
Drowning yourself won’t help, she told herself sternly. Now, drowning Will, on the other hand...