How are you feeling?" "Like someone massaged me with a cheese grater." -Clary & Simon, pg.297-

Have you tried talking to her?" "No. We've been punching her in the face repeatedly. What? You don't think that will work?

When one steals a flying balloon and animates it to fly over Paris, one should, ideally, have some idea how said balloon normally works.

Because in the end nothing is worse than seeing the fall of one you loved. It was somehow worse than losing a love. It made everything seem questionable. It made the past bitter and confused.

You can see where it was, years ago. Like an old woman who was once beautiful, but time has taken her beauty away.

It would hardly benefit me to hold anything back unnecessarily, when I know what I'm asking. For you to find a needle in--God, not even a haystack. A needle in a tower full of other needles.

He grabbed for the coatrack that stood by the door, ripped the coats off it, and flung the door wide, the rack held above his head like a javelin. On the other side of the door was Jace. He blinked. "Is that a coatrack?