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."
"Words were weapons, his father had taught him that, and he'd wanted to hurt Clary more than he'd ever wanted to hurt any girl. In fact, he wasn't sure he had ever wanted to hurt a girl before. Usually he just wanted them, and then he wanted them to leave him alone."
"I'm not unhappy,"he said. "Only people with no purpose are unhappy. I've got a purpose."
"aren't you, uh... reproducing?"sure, we love reproducing it's one of our favorite things."
"How can you tell? That I like books, I mean.The look on your face when you walked in, somehow I doubted you were that impressed by me."
"What are all these?"Clary asked."Vials of holy water, blessed knives, steel and silver blades,"Jace said, piling the weapons on the floor beside him, "electrum wire - not much use at the moment but it's always good to have spares - silver bullets, charms of protetion, crucifixes, stars of David-""Jesus,"said Clary"I doubt he'd fit.""Jace."Clary was appalled."