My hair is not really white; it's kind of grayish, and I don't like the color. So I make it totally white with Klorane dry shampoo. That is the best thing to do because my hair is always clean.
I love going to black churches, and I love some of these black preachers. The best preacher I ever saw in my life was a 93-year-old in a black church in Hamilton, Virginia. What a preacher!
No, i mean enterprising." said Will. "When I mean morally deficient, I say,`Now, that is something i would have done´
He said there are thousands of Shadowhunters, but great love comes once in a lifetime if one is lucky, and one would be a fool to let it go.
Never mind that,” said Will. “I’m boasting of my investigative skills, and I would prefer to do it without interruption. Where was I?
Hell,” he said. “Just when it was getting interesting, too.” And he leaped into the water after his friend.
Were you thinking about eating me?” Will inquired. “No!” “No one would blame you,” said Jem. “He’s very annoying.
His blue eyes were very dark...Will's were the colour of the sky just on the edge of the night...
Anyone that looked like that wouldn't need to tie up girls and imprison them in order to get them to marry him
She's alive," Thomas said, not opening his eyes. "What?" Will was caught off guard. "The one you come back for. Her. Tessa. She's with Sophie.
Am I blind?" Will's voice floated out of the darkness, tinged with annoyance. "I'm not going to be at all pleased if you've blinded me, Henry.
You can see where it was, years ago. Like an old woman who was once beautiful, but time has taken her beauty away.
The funny thing about mundies is how obsessed with magic they are for a bunch of people who don't even know what the word means.
Wait a second," Clary said. "I never understand why people say that," Luke said, to no one in particular. "I wasn't going anywhere.
I figured all your classes were stuff like Slaughter 101 and Beheading for Beginners." Jace flipped a page. "Very funny, Fray.
It's a girl," Jace said, recovering his composure. "Surely you've seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one.
Of course I can see you. I'm not blind, you know. Oh, but you are. You just don't know it.
And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders.
It's not gray," Clary felt compelled to point out. "It's green." "If there was such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood," said Jace.
What?" Jace was still staring at her as if she'd told him she'd found one of the Silent Brothers doing nude cartwheels in the hallway.
The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he'd learned: that to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.
