The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs... - Cassandra Clare, City of Bones
"The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me."
"The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me."
"Words were weapons, his father had taught him that, and he'd wanted to hurt Clary more than he'd ever wanted to hurt any girl. In fact, he wasn't sure he had ever wanted to hurt a girl before. Usually he just wanted them, and then he wanted them to leave him alone."
"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."
"to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed."
"Pretty soon the only people left without a girlfriend will be me and Wendell the school janitor, and he smells like windex.""At least you know he's still available."
"A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers?"