You said you were going for a walk!? What kind of walk takes six hours?" "A long one?
The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he'd learned: that to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.
Is this the part where you say if I hurt her, you'll kill me?" "No" Simon said, "If you hurt Clary she's quite capable of killing you herself. Possibly with a variety of weapons.
Not everything is about you," Clary said furiously. "Possibly," Jace said, "but you do have to admit that the majority of things are.
"Well, I'm not kissing the mundane," said Jace. "I'd rather stay down here and rot." "Forever?" said Simon. "Forever's an awfully long time." Jace raised his eyebrows. "I knew it," he said. "You want to kiss me, don't you?"
Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt.
Malachi scowled. "I don't remember the Clave inviting you into the Glass City, Magnus Bane." "They didn't," Magnus said. "Your wards are down." "Really?" the Consul's voice dripped sarcasm. "I hadn't noticed." Magnus looked concerned. "That's terrible. Someone should have told you." He glanced at Luke. "Tell him the wards are down.
I am a man" he told her, "and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone woman, and bring me something brown.
It means 'Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234'.
Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.