The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me.
Cassandra ClareIf I might make a suggestion,โ said Will. โAbout twenty paces behind us, in the Council room, is Benedict. If youโd like to go back in there and try kicking him, I recommend aiming upward and a bit to the leftโ
Cassandra ClareWhen I am in the darkness, I want to think of it in the light, with you," he said, and straightened, and turned to walk toward the door. The parchment robes of the Silent Brothers moved around him as he moved, and Tessa watched him, paralyzed, every pulse of her heart beating out the words she could not say: Good-bye. Good-bye. Good-bye.
Cassandra Clare