It’s fascinating. You know all these words, and they’re all English, but when you string them together into sentences, they just don’t make any sense.

Her throat ached: adoration, heartbreak, in equal measure. “Kiss me,” she said. “Please.

Books will always be there for you.

But you have to learn to bend a little," said Clary with a yawn. Despite the story's content, the rhythm of Jace's voice had made her sleepy. "Or you'll break." "Not if your strong enough," said Jace firmly. He reached out, and she felt the back of his hand brush her cheek.

I am a man" he told her, "and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone woman, and bring me something brown.

You might want to put some clothes on' suggested Jace 'I'm all for the bra and panties look, but you don't want the Silent Brothers to die of excitement

There is nothing quite like the moral absolutism of the young." -Hodge