"Simon,” said a voice at his shoulder, and he turned to see Izzy, her face a pale smudge between dark hair and dark cloak, looking at him, her expression half-angry, half-sad. “I guess this is the part where we say… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
One half was sad because I had damaged my reputation. The other half was happy because I had damaged my reputation. — David Ogilvy Copy Share Image
