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“Losing myself,” he said.

“What?”

“That’s what I’m afraid of. Losing myself, in this. In you. I’ve spent this whole year trying to find myself, to figure out who I am, and now there’s you, there’s us, there’s this all-consuming, terrifying black hole of a feeling, and if I give into it . . . I feel like I’m standing on the edge of the Grand Canyon, you know? Like, here’s something bigger, deeper than the human mind is built to fathom. And I’m just supposed to . . . jump in?”
― Cassandra Clare, Pale Kings and Princes

“He and George had even named the rats that lived behind their walls. Every night, they left Jon Cartwright Jr., III, and IV a piece of stale bread to nibble, in hopes they’d prefer the crumbs to human feet.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Evil We Love

“As long as Simon didn’t think about the past, the past couldn’t hurt him. But, increasingly, he couldn’t help himself.

There was too much pleasure in the pain.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Evil We Love

“Good morning, Si! I saw a rat in the bathroom, but he was taking a nice nap and we didn’t bother each other.”
― Cassandra Clare, Bitter of Tongue