All that existed was Jace; all she felt, hoped, breathed, wanted, and saw was Jace. Nothing else mattered.

“When Will truly wants something,” said Jem, quietly, “when he feels something —…”

“Don't bother her, don't try to talk to her, don't even look at her, or I'll fol…”

“Filters are for cigarettes and coffee.”

“No killing,” Jordan said. “We’re trying to make you feel peaceful, so you don’t…”