Isabella with her whip and boots and knives would chop anyone who tried to pen her up in a tower into pieces, build a bridge out of the remains, and walk carelessly to freedom, her hair looking fabulous the entire time.

Some are just born bad, and that's all there is to it.

Clary glanced past him and asked, "Where's Magnus?" "He said it would be better if he didn't come. Apparently he and the Seelie Queen have some kind of history." Isabelle raised her eyebrows. "Not that kind of history," said Alec irritably. "Some kind of feud. Though," he added, half under his breath, "the way he got around before me, I woudn't be surprised.

I can't believe he didn't have the dignity and presence of mind just to get drunk and pass out in some gutter," said Jace. "I must say, I'm disappointed in the little fellow.

Unrequited love is a ridiculous state, and it makes those in it behave ridiculously.

you know this means that what we did-what we almost did in Paris-" "Going to the Eiffel Tower?

I've got a stele we can use. Who wants to do me?" "A regrettable choice of words," muttered Magnus.