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."
"Well I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death."
"And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders."
"Clary felt suddenly annoyed. "When the self-congratulatory part of the evening is over, maybe we could get back to saving my best friend from being exsanguinated to death?""Exsanguinated,"said Jace, impressed. "That's a big word.""And you're a big-""Tsk tsk,"he interupted. "No swearing in church."
"It's not gray,"Clary felt compelled to point out. "It's green.""If there was such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood,"said Jace."
"And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders."