In the stillness of headstones, Darkness is my blanket.And forever is my song.In the arms if stone angels, I'm not afraid.Because finally and completely, I belong.

It's better to die free than live life in a cage.

I don't know how to change and I'm not sure I want to.

We do not need to be shoemakers to know if our shoes fit, and just as little have we any need to be professionals to acquire knowledge of matters of universal interest.

Perfect is boring: Beauty is irregular.

I didn't forget your breakfast. I didn't bring your breakfast. Because you didn't eat your din-din.

Love make us a liar. . Jace Wayland/Herondale, City of Ashes

All that a critic, as critic, can give poets is the deadly encouragement that never ceases to remind them of how heavy their inheritance is.

Envy is so natural to human kind, that it cannot but arise.

I was very spiritual as a kid. I think I felt and thought about things a lot more deeply than most of the other kids my age. I wanted to help people.

I've gone through a lot of stuff in my life.

I'm not afraid of dying tomorrow, only of being killed.