You may have the worst timing since Napoleon decided the dead of winter was the right moment to invade Russia.

The Chairman likes you.” “Is that good?” “I never date anyone my cat doesn’t like,” Magnus said easily, and stood up.

Clary: What are you doing here, anyway? Jace: 'Here' as in your bedroom or 'here' as in the great spiritual question of our purpose here on this planet? If you're asking whether it's all just a cosmic coincidence or there's a greater metaethical purpose to life, well, that's a puzzler for the ages. I mean, simple ontological reductionism is clearly a fallacious argument, but- Clary: I'm going to bed.

I thought it'd be something cooler, like a van with 'Death to Demons' painted on the outside.

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.

At least Kyle wasn't home. That would be a hard one to explain to his new roomate. Nobody liked a guy who kept blood in the fridge.

But am I clever and right or clever and wrong?