A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid f... - Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
"A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers?"
"A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers?"
"Also, I'm sleeping with your mom. Just thought you should know."
"If there were such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood."
"My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health."
"Jace's eyes sparkled, but he said calmly, "Not at all. the Silent Brothers can help her retrieve her memories.""You hate the Silent Brothers,"protested Isabelle."I don't hate them,"said Jace candidly."I'm afraid of them. It's not the same thing.""I thought you said they were libarians,"said Clary."They are librarians."Simon whistled. "Those must be some killer late fees."
"Do you remember back at the hotel when you promised that if we lived, you’d get dressed up in a nurse’s outfit and give me a sponge bath?"asked Jace."It was Simon who promised you the sponge bath.""As soon as I’m back on my feet, handsome,"said Simon."I knew we should have left you a rat."