My rapier wit hides my inner pain.

You may have the worst timing since Napoleon decided the dead of winter was the right moment to invade Russia.

Were you hugging Clary?" He looked at Sebastian in amazement. Sebastian shrugged. "She's my sister. I'm pleased to see her." "You don't hug people," Jace said. "I ran out of time to bake a casserole.

Filters are for cigarrettes and coffee," Simon muttered under his breath as they went inside. "Two things I could use right now, incidentally.

Why is it, little Shadowhunter, that your angels are so cold and without mercy? Why do they break that which will not obey them?

I'm trying to figure out how someone could live in a brothel for a month and not notice. You must be terribly dull-witted." Tessa glared. "If it helps at all, it seemed to be quite a high-class establishment. Nicely furnished, fairly clean..." "Sounds as if you've visited your fair share of brothels," Tessa said, sourly. "Making a study of them?" "More of a hobby," said Will, and smiled like a bad angel.

My boyfriend always says that if it weren't for him I'd probably get rid of my apartment and live nowhere, and he's right.