Meredith Wheeler

“I knew then that I hadn’t stopped believing in God. I’d just stopped believing God cared. There might be a God, Clary, and there might not, but I don’t think it matters. Either way, we’re on our own.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“But I remembered the way the poem—like all the words I loved—had transported me to another world outside my quiet bedroom.”
― Noelle W. Ihli, None Left to Tell

“I don’t hate them,” said Jace candidly. “I’m afraid of them. It’s not the same thing.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“Of course, I knew what was wrong. I was suffering from clinical depression, something that had plagued my life on and off since my teens. I remember as early as thirteen when I’d be laughing in a group of friends but couldn’t understand why inside I was still feeling sad.”
― Ian Blackwood, The Sleepwalker