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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 hated to admit it, but this was one of the things about demon amnesia that bothered him the most. What kind of seventeen-year-old guy doesn’t know whether or not he’s a virgin?”
― 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

“Your mother says she will be brave and keep a stiff upper lip,” said Father. “Americans are heartless. I will cry into my pillow every night.”
― Cassandra Clare, Nothing but Shadows