You said you were going for a walk!? What kind of walk takes... - Cassandra Clare, City of Glass
"You said you were going for a walk!? What kind of walk takes six hours?""A long one?"
"You said you were going for a walk!? What kind of walk takes six hours?""A long one?"
"She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into his body: the map of a life of endless war."
"There is no pretending",Jace said with absolute clarity."I love you,and I will love you until I die,and if there's a life after that,I'll love you then."She caught her breath.He had said it-the words there was no going back from."
"There is no pretending,"Jace said with absolute clarity. "I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I'll love you then."
"If you're texting Magnus to say 'I think u r kewl,' I'm going to kill you.""Who's Magnus?"Max inquired."He's a warlock,"said Alec."A sexy, sexy warlock,"Isabelle told Max, ignoring Alec's look of total fury."But warlocks are bad,"protested Max, looking baffled."Exactly,"said Isabelle."
"Did you ever think that in a past life Alec was an old woman with ninety cats who was always yelling at the neighborhood kids to get off her lawn? Because I do,"