I've always been told my presence brightened up any room. One might think that went doubly for dank underground cell." (Jace)

You're a public menace. You shouldn't be allowed out on your own.

"What are you doing here anyway?" "'Here' as in your bedroom or 'here' as in the great spiritual question of our purpose here on this planet?"

It's like banging my head against the wall, except if I were actually banging my head on a wall, I'd be able to make myself stop.

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.

What's the point in wasting a perfectly good brick wall when you have someone to throw against it, that's what I always say.

The thing that you are too young to understand is that we all hide things. We hide them from our lovers because we wish to present our best selves, but also because if it is real love, we expect our loved one to simply understand it, without needing to ask. In a true partnership, the kind that lasts through the ages, there is an unspoken communion.