And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me a... - Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
"And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders."
"And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders."
"My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health."
"By the Angel,"Jace said, looking the demon up and down. "I knew Greater Demons were meant to be ugly, but no one ever warned me about the smell."Abbadon opened its mouth and hissed. Inside its mouth were two rows of jagged glass-sharp teeth."I'm not sure about this wind and howling darkness business,"Jace went on, "smells more like landfill to me. You sure you're not from Staten Island?"
"Have you fallen in love with the wrong person yet?'Jace said, "Unfortunately, Lady of the Haven, my one true love remains myself."..."At least,"she said, "you don't have to worry about rejection, Jace Wayland.""Not necessarily. I turn myself down occasionally, just to keep it interesting."
"Where there is love, there is often also hate. They can exist side by side."
"My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health."