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."
"Magnus, standing by the door, snapped his fingers impatiently. "Move it along, teenagers. The only person who gets to canoodle in my bedroom is my magnificent self.""Canoodle?"repeated Clary, never having heard the word before."Magnificent?"repeated Jace, who was just being nasty. Magnus growled. The growl sounded like "Get out."
"My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health."
"The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me."
"aren't you, uh... reproducing?"sure, we love reproducing it's one of our favorite things."
"I knew then that I hadn't stopped believing in God. I'd just stopped believing God cared. There might be a God, Clary, and there might not, but I don't think it matters. Either way we're on our own."