How can you tell? That I like books, I mean.The look on your... - Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
"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."
"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."
"Where there is love, there is often also hate. They can exist side by side."
"Don't."Clary raised a warning hand. "I'm not really in the mood right now.""That's got to be the first time a girl's ever said that to me,"Jace mused."
"The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me."
"Also, I'm sleeping with your mom. Just thought you should know."
"Investigation?"Isabelle laughed. "Now we're detectives? Maybe we should all have code names.""Good idea,"said Jace. "I shall be Baron Hotschaft Von Hugenstein."