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“Will tossed his apple core into the air, at the same time drawing a knife from his belt and throwing it. The knife and the apple scaled across the room together, somehow managing to stick into the wall just beside Gabriel's head, the knife driven cleanly through the core and into the wood. "Say that again," said Will. "And i'll darken your daylights for you.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

“Blue does not go with everything," Will told her. "It does not go with red, for instance."
"I have a red and blue stripped waistcoat, " henry interjected, reaching for the peas.
"And if that isn't proof that those two colours should not be seen together under Heaven, i dont know what is."
"Will," Charlotte said sharply. "Dont speak to Henry like that. Henry-" Henry raised his head.
"Yes?" Charlotte sighed.
"Thats Jessamine's plate your spooning peas onto not yours. Do pay attention, darling.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Infernal Devices: Clockwork Prince

“Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
No amount of money,
Can stop me from loving you,


Try as they may,
Try as they might,
I’m not letting go,
Without a fight,


Some say it’s wicked,
Some say it’s sinful,
Some it’s wrong,
And just wrong,


I don’t know much,
But when push comes to shove,
I definitely don’t believe,
There’s such thing wrong as love.”
― Chris Colfer, Struck By Lightning: The Carson Phillips Journal

“This...this...thing?"
"A parsnip?" Jem suggested
"A parsnip planted in satan's own garden," said Will. He glanced about. "I dont suppose there's a dog I could feed it to?"
"There dont seem to be any pets about," Jem-who loved animals, even the inglorious and ill-tempered Church-observed.
"Probably all poisened by parsnips," said Will.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Infernal Devices: Clockwork Prince