My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me... - Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
"My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health."
"My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health."
"All knowledge hurts."
"Don't order any of the faerie food,"said Jace, looking at her over the top of his menu. "It tends to make humans a little crazy. One minute you're munching a faerie plum, the next minute you're running naked down Madison Avenue with antlers on your head. Not,"he added hastily, "that this has ever happened to me."
"Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt."
"If there were such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood."
"Don't stop there. I suppose there are also, what, vampires and werewolves and zombies?""Of course there are. Although you mostly find zombies farther south, where the voudun priests are.""What about mummies? Do they only hang around Egypt?""Don't be ridiculous. No one believes in mummies."