No, I'm just a very naughty boy. I do all sorts of bad thing... - Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes
"No, I'm just a very naughty boy. I do all sorts of bad things. I kick kittens. I make rude gestures at nuns."
"No, I'm just a very naughty boy. I do all sorts of bad things. I kick kittens. I make rude gestures at nuns."
"We came to see Jace. Is he alright?""I don't know,"Magnus said. "Does he normally just lie on the floor like that without moving?"
"That's your truck parked up by the factory isn't it?"Magnus pointed. "It's awfully butch for a bookseller."
"Other crack teams get bat boomerangs and wall-climbing powers; we get Aquatruck."
"I can't believe he didn't have the dignity and presence of mind just to get drunk and pass out in some gutter,"said Jace. "I must say, I'm disappointed in the little fellow."
"I thought I'd lie on the floor and writhe in pain for a while,"he grunted, "It relaxes me.""It does? Oh - you're being sarcastic. That's a good sign probably."