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1 " Isabelle drifted over, Jace a pace behind her. She was wearing a long black dress with boots and an even longer cutaway coat of soft green velvet, the color of moss. " I can't believe you did it!" she exclaimed. " How did you get Magnus to let Jace leave?" " Traded him for Alec," Clary said.Isabelle looked mildly alarmed. " Not permanently?" " No," said Jace. " Just for a few hours. Unless I don't come back," he added thoughtfully. " In which case, maybe he does get to keep Alec. Think of it as a lease with an option to buy." Isabelle looked dubious. " Mom and Dad won't be pleased if they find out." " That you freed a possible criminal by trading away your brother to a warlock who looks like a gay Sonic the Hedgehog and dresses like the Child Catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang?" Simon inquired. " No, probably not. "
2 " He said, one time, that no true leader burdened his followers with a greater load than they could carry, and no true leader sets too fast a pace for his follows to keep up. "
― Malcolm X , The Autobiography of Malcolm X
3 " Life at home is at a pace which allows you to appreciate what it has to offer. Simultaneously you get a chance to reflect on what you wish from it. Our development also goes at the same pace, which is not something that everyone appreciates. "
― Gloria D. Gonsalves , I Am Tausi
4 " Life is travelled at a pace one decides for themselves "
5 " Most of us are living at a pace that is not only unsustainable "
6 " Write at a pace that doesn't surpass your creative flow. Don't be hasty; don't be sloppy. Don't forfeit impressive writing for an impressive word count. Because eventually it will all have to be edited, and you'll find that it is harder to make bad writing good than to make good writing better. "
― Richelle E. Goodrich
7 " Lawford had soundlessly stolen a pace or two nearer, and by stopping forward he could, each in turn, scrutinize the little intent company sitting over his story around the lamp at the further end of the table; squatting like little children with their twigs and pins, fishing for wonders on the brink of the unknown. "
― Walter de la Mare , The Return
