Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt. - Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
"Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt."
"Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt."
"Do you remember back at the hotel when you promised that if we lived, you’d get dressed up in a nurse’s outfit and give me a sponge bath?"asked Jace."It was Simon who promised you the sponge bath.""As soon as I’m back on my feet, handsome,"said Simon."I knew we should have left you a rat."
"I'm not unhappy,"he said. "Only people with no purpose are unhappy. I've got a purpose."
"And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders."
"aren't you, uh... reproducing?"sure, we love reproducing it's one of our favorite things."
"What are all these?"Clary asked."Vials of holy water, blessed knives, steel and silver blades,"Jace said, piling the weapons on the floor beside him, "electrum wire - not much use at the moment but it's always good to have spares - silver bullets, charms of protetion, crucifixes, stars of David-""Jesus,"said Clary"I doubt he'd fit.""Jace."Clary was appalled."