I hate that stuff. It tastes like feet." At that he smiled. "How would you know what feet taste like?" "I just know.

All my life, since I came to the Institute, you were the mirror of my soul. I saw the good in me in you. In your eyes alone I found grace. When you are gone from me, who will see me like that?

Will's face turned grave. "Be careful with it, though. It's six hundred years old and the only copy of its kind. Losing or damaging it is punishable by death under the Law." Tessa thrust the book away from her as if it were on fire. "You can't be serious." "You're right. I'm not." Will leapt down from the ladder and landed lightly in front of her. "You do believe everything I say, though, don't you? Do I seem unusually trustworthy to you, or are you just a naive sort?

Clary wondered what exactly peanut-fish-olive-tomato soup tasted like.

If you're texting Magnus to say 'I think u r kewl' I'm going to kill you

Patriotic?” Will looked smug. “I’ll tell you what’s patriotic,” he said. “In honor of my birthplace, I’ve the dragon of Wales tattooed on my—

You bled on the Speaking stars ...I bet there's a law somewhere about that.