[...] He Tasted Like Snowflakes And Wine,

Don't Bother Her, Don't Try To Talk To Her, Don't Even Look At Her, Or I'll Fold You In Half So Many Times You'll Look Like A Tiny Little Origami Werewolf.

Jem Spoke With Enormous Care; Talking To Will About Anything Personal Was Like Trying Not To Startle Away A Wild Animal.

Every Memory Was Valuable; Even The Bad Ones.

I Think I’m Better Than Everyone Else. An Opinion That Has Been Backed Up With Ample Evidence.

Ladies Who Were No Better Than They Should Be, Whose Dresses Were Too Tight, Too Bright And Too All The Things Magnus Liked Most, Lounged On Velvet-covered Benches Along The Walls.