There's plenty of sense in nonsense sometimes, if you wish t... - Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel
"There's plenty of sense in nonsense sometimes, if you wish to look for it."
"There's plenty of sense in nonsense sometimes, if you wish to look for it."
"Pulvis et umbra sumus. It's a line from Horace. 'We are dust and shadows'. Appropriate, don't you think?"Will said. "It's not a long life, killing demons; one tends to die young, and then they burn your body - dust to dust, in the literal sense. And then we vanish into the shadows of history, nary a mark on the page of a mundane book to remind the world that once we existed at all."
"Will looked horrified. "What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?"
"Well, she's not responding to my advances,"he observed more brightly than he felt, "so she must be dead.""Or she's a woman of good taste and sense."
"One must always be careful of books,"said Tessa, "and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us."
"Are you implying that shreds of my reputation remain intact?"Will demanded with mock horror. "Clearly I have been doing something wrong. Or not something wrong, as the case may be."He banged on the side of the carriage. "Thomas! We must away at once to the nearest brothel. I seek scandal and low companionship."