Cassandra Clare Quote
The front door shut, leaving Alec sitting in the half-lit garden, alone. He closed his eyes for a moment, the image of a face hovering behind his lids. Not Jace's face, for a change. The eyes set in the face were green, slit-pupiled. Cat eyes.
Any foolish boy can stamp on a beetle, but all the professors in the world cannot make a beetle.
Gratitude is a miracle of its own recognition. It brings out a sense of appreciation and sincerity of a being.
That's what drives science though: trying to find out the way things are, the way they were, and the way it really works. If that is your goal, then you want to make sure that your information is accu...