She had never asked herself whether it cost him any effort. Any effort to stand between Will and the world, protecting each one of them from the other.

For a moment she just stared, wondering if there were another girl staying here, or if Sebastian had taken to cross-dressing.

to love is to destroy

It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury." (Jace)

I would leave at once, but it would be cruel to abandon a lady in a foreign land with a maniac.

Isabelle was holding an umbrella. It was clear plastic, decorated with decals of colorful flowers. It was one of the girliest things Simon had ever seen, and he didn’t blame Alec for ducking out from under it and taking his chances with the rain.

Will: I say we sell her to the Gypsies on Hampstead Heath. I hear they puchase spare women as well as hoses. Charlotte: Will, stop it. That's ridivulous. Will:You're right. They'd never buy her. Too scrawny.