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

From the first time I saw you, I've belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me. -Jace

Going round and around inside a dryer can be fatal, whereas pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it.

Will looked as if he were being asked to believe in something impossible—snow in summertime, a London winter without rain.

In fiction, the actions of a villain, even when unspeakable, can be cathartic to read about. They let us experience darkness, but add a safe remove.

"Well, at least you know it works this time," she said, getting on behind him. "If we crash into the parking lot of a Key Food, I'll kill you, you know that?" "Don't be ridiculous," said Jace. "There are no parking lots on the Upper East Side. Why drive when you can get your groceries delivered?"

I don't care what you do. As long as you know you belong to me.