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."
"Going round and around inside a dryer can be fatal, whereas pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it."
"Magnus, standing by the door, snapped his fingers impatiently. "Move it along, teenagers. The only person who gets to canoodle in my bedroom is my magnificent self.""Canoodle?"repeated Clary, never having heard the word before."Magnificent?"repeated Jace, who was just being nasty. Magnus growled. The growl sounded like "Get out."
"And when I saw him[my father] lying dead in a pool of his own blood, I knew then that I hadn't stopped believing in God. I'd just stopped believing God cared. There might be a God, Clary, and there might be not. Either way, we're on our own."
"I forgot that's what gets you all hot and bothered, Jace, girls killing things.""I like anyone killing things, especially me."he said with a smile."
"And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders."