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"Giovanni," I said, helplessly, "be careful. Please be careful."
He gave me an ironical smile. "Thank you," he said. "You should have given me that advice the night we met."

OH

"But I'm a man," I cried, "a man! What do you think can happen between us?"
"You know very well," said Giovanni slowly, "what can happen between us. It is for that reason you are leaving me."

oh, my god

"You are, by far, the most immoral man I have met in all my life. Look, look what you have done to me. Do you think you could have done this if I did not love you? Is this what you should do to love?"

"You don't have a home until you leave it and then, when you have left it, you never can go back."

And I resented this: resented being called an American (and resented resenting it) because it seemed to make me nothing more than that, whatever that was; and I resented being called not an American because it seemed to make me nothing.

oh my gosh james baldwin you put it into words perfectly.

but home, home across the ocean, to things and people I knew and understood; to those things, those places, those people I knew and understood; to those things, those places, those people which I would always, helplessly, and in whatever bitterness of spirit, love above all else. I had never realized such a sentiment in myself before, and it frightened me.

"I'm sure it's fine. Samira's a Liege. She wouldn't send Bree somewhere it weren't safe."
Alice pushes her glasses up and frowns. "Is this the moment when I say Jonas was a Liege, too?"
"No," I reply. "This is not that moment, Alice."
"Got it."

I LOVE YOU ALICE

"I like the Devil Tavern rooms," protested James.
"I like a fire in the grate that doesn't get rained out," said Thomas.
"You are not to send your things from the Devil Tavern to my new house," James said sternly. "It is not a storage facility for my misbegotten friends."

"That's Vassal Chen to you!" Alice exclaims. She raises her arm and shakes her bracelet. "To the Line of Gawain!"

ily alice

"What are you?!" Rhaz croaked.
Three voices answer him in a booming chorus. "I am a Medium, born from the earth. I am Bloodcrafted, born from resilience. I am Arthur, Awakened!"

'Switch to sinister!' Arthur yells.
"What?"
Sel's hand jerks in my direction. "What?"
'LEFT HAND!'
"I'm not left-handed!"
'You are now!'

"My brother Lancelot. My right hand. Camlann has come."

oh my GOD

...Nick and I are already bonded. We have been since that very first night. In that second I am in two places at once: here with Nick and back in the hidden memory from my mother. I see the same qualities in his eyes that I saw in hers: faith, hope, pride. Camlann is coming and, like my my mother, I have a choice: fight or flight.
Take risks. Follow your heart. And move forward.
I am my mother's daughter.

"...because the most important thing you can do in this world, the most necessary thing, is to survive it. You can't do anything for anyone else if you don't take care of yourself first. Do you understand me?"

"Don't make your life about the loss. Make it about the love."

"How would you like me to carry you? What would please you, Page Matthews?" [...]
"Piggyback."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
"LIke that movie—"
"Shut up."
"Churlish."
"Arrogant."

oh sel and bree

"Don't do that."
"Do what?" [...]
"That thing you just did. That thing you do," he says, his eyes filled with humor—and a shadow of hurt. "Tell yourself I'm just teasing. It's okay to be nervous, but please don't dismiss the idea that I like you, B."

yes it's fast but man i'm having so much fun

"People think I'm gunning to be your Squire, and I guess, using my feminine wiles to try and convince you to select me."
Silence again.
"Nick?"
"Sorry, my brain shut down at 'feminine wiles'."

oh, nick and bree <3

Their decisions are not really decisions at all—a real decision makes one humble, one knows that it is at the mercy of more things than can be named—but elaborate systems of evasion, of illusion, designed to make themselves and the world appear to be what they and the world are not.

I suppose this was why I asked her to marry me: to give myself something to be moored to. [...] But people can't, unhappily, invent their mooring posts, their lovers and their friends, anymore than they can invent their parents. Life gives these and also takes them away and the great difficulty is to say Yes to life.

"It would be one thing if James loved her. I would go into the quiet dark like Jem did and never speak of her again. But he doesn't love her."

oh, matthew

"You don't mind dancing with an old man like myself?" Will said, expertly turning Cordelia about the floor.
She smiled. Will did not have the air of an old man about him—there was something of a boy's mischief in the way he smiled. Strange that neither Jem nor Tessa had aged since the Clockwork War, yet both seemed older and more serious than Will Herondale.

STOP I'M GOING TO CRY

"I wish to add personally that James, my brother's parabatai, has always been like a younger brother to me."
"A younger brother he accused of vandalizing greenhouses across our fair nation," muttered Will.
"As for Cordelia Carstairs—how to describe her?" Charles went on.
"Especially when one has not bothered to get to know her at all," murmured James.

i love will and james' offhand comments

"You could always say you burned it down to improve the view from Herondale Manor," said Matthew. "Or perhaps to raise the property value."
"Or you could claim to be an incorrigible pyromaniac," said Lucie cheerfully.

"I cannot believe," she said, "that you burned down Blackthorn Manor without me!"
"But you weren't around, Luce," James protested. "You went to see Uncle Jem."
"It's true," Lucie said. "I just wish I had been with you. I never liked the manor when we were growing up. Besides, I've always wanted to burn down a house."
"I assure you," said James, "that it is overrated."

Will had been angry at the world, and then gone to see Jem.

is this not just a summary of what will mostly did in the infernal devices

"Layla and Majnun," she whispered. "You—remember?"
"You read it to me," he said. "Perhaps, now all this is over, we could read it again, together?"
Reading together. Never had Cordelia heard of anything so romantic.

<3

"You saved my life," he said. "Just as you saved my sister's all those years ago. We should have given you a more warrior-like nickname. Not Daisy, but Artemis, or Boadicea."
She laughed softly, "I like Daisy."
"So do I," he said, and reached up to lightly brush back a strand of her hair.

oh!

"There is no need ever to do it yourself," [Lucie] said. "Runes given to you by your parabatai are best."
"Ghastly," said Matthew. "Look at them, affirming their eternal bond of friendship. In public."

"I believe Christopher is hard at work on the antidote. I am assisting by providing witty observations and trenchant commentary."
"I'd rather you handed me that beaker," said Christopher, pointing.