If there were such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd hav... - Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

"Your friend's poetry is terrible,"he said.Clary blinked, caught momentarily off guard. "What?""I said his poetry was terrible. It sounds like he ate a dictionary and started vomiting up words at random."

"Is this the part where you start tearing off strips of your shirt to bind my wounds?""If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked."

"The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he'd learned: that to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed."

"And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders."

"Also, I'm sleeping with your mom. Just thought you should know."