How are the cabs in your city? In Manhattan, where I work, they are rather awful.
Beautiful surroundings, the society of learned men, the charm of noble women, the graces of art, could not make up for the loss of those light-hearted mornings of the desert, for that wind that made one a boy again. He had noticed that this peculiar ...
Hello, ma’am. How are you today?” he asked one day with a grin on his face the size of Kansas. I turned around looked at him and asked him what will it be, sir? “For starters,” he replied, “how about your name and phone number?” Hmm, ...
A memory came to me. One time, in middle school, a famous author came to talk to our class and give a writing workshop. One of the things she told us about writing a novel was that the story should be about what the main character wants. Dorothy want...
Col. Quaritch: You are not in Kansas anymore. You are on Pandora, ladies and gentlemen. Respect that fact every second of every day. If there is a Hell, you might wanna go there for some R & R after a tour on Pandora. Out there beyond that fence ever...
Sharp are the arrows of a broken heart.
The foundations of your childhood, they stay with you.
Alec is not a bunny rabbit. He's a shadowhunter.
Well, I'm certainly not Ragnor Fell the exotic dancer.
There were some feelings you never forgot.
Men were ridiculous, in all cultures and across time.
At the end, one didn't remember life as a whole but as just a string of moments.
It is stupid to hope, but sometimes hope is all you have.
Welcome to the Information Jungle.
Suicide is not something I owe you or yours.
The secret parts of this city never ceased to amaze me.
Everything that happens to you matters to me.
Hate is nothing when weighed against survival. (Valentine)
Lightwoods,” Magnus said. “They always have to have the last word.
Ese tipo de amor capaz de consumir el mundo o llevarlo a la gloria
We Belgians love when we can go to L.A. because the city is amazing and the climate is fantastic.
