I would give you everything of myself. I would give you more in two weeks than most men would give you in a lifetime.

If You don't give readers what they want, they'll be mad at you. If you give them what they do want, they'll be even more mad at you.

How rude. Many who have gazed upon me have compared the experience to gazing at the radiance of the sun." Jem still had his eyes closed. "If they mean it gives you a headache, they aren't wrong.

I could give you a thiught sheath to put that in,"Isabelle offered. "I got tons." "CERTAINLY NOT," said Simon. Clary shot him an irritated look. "Thanks, but I'm not really a thigh sheath kind of girl," -pg. 214

He was staring straight ahead, still breathing hard. “I have something I want to give you.” “I gathered that.” At that he jerked his gaze back to hers and almost reluctantly grinned. “Not that.

You have to give everyone ugly motives for everything they do, because ugly motives are all you understand.