The Action We Take In The Name

Charlotte Slammed The Paper Down Onto Her Desk With An Exclamation Of Rage. “aloysius Starkweather Is The Most Stubborn, Hypocritical, Obstinate, Degenerate—” She Broke Off, Clearly Fighting For Control Of Her Temper. Tessa Had Never Seen Charlotte’s Mouth So Firmly Set Into A Hard Line. “would You Like A Thesaurus?” Will Inquired. “you Seem To Be Running Out Of Words.

I Didn't Get This Dressed Up To Watch You Mess Around In The Gutter With A Bunch Of Motorcycles." "they Are Pretty To Look At," Said Jace. "you Have To Admit That." "so Am I," Said Isabelle.

This One Incident I Will Not Allow You To Shrug Off!" "i Wasn't Planning To," Jace Said. "i Can't Shrug Anything Off. My Shoulder's Dislocated." -hodge & Jace, Pg.296-

And He Understands. He Understands Why People Hold Hands: He’d Always Thought It Was About Possessiveness, Saying This Is Mine. But It’s About Maintaining Contact. It Is About Speaking Without Words. It Is About I Want You With Me And Don’t Go.

Tact Is Just Lying For Adults.