Oh, I can never get enough," he said. "Which, incidentally, is what your sister said to me when - " The carriage door flew open. A hand shot out, grabbed Will by the back of the shirt, and hauled him inside. The door banged shut after him, and Thomas, sitting bolt upright, seized reins of the horses. A moment later the carriage had lurched forth into the night, leaving Gabriel staring, infuriated, after it.

This one incident I will not allow you to shrug off!" "I wasn't planning to," Jace said. "I can't shrug anything off. My shoulder's dislocated." -Hodge & Jace, pg.296-

But that was Isabelle — if there was a boy around and blame that needed to be pinned on someone, Isabelle would pin it on him

History gets written by the winners.

He could smell her morality, the sweet rot of corruption

You never really hate anyone as much as someone you cared about once.

Stop it." Isabelle tapped a booted foot in the shallow water at the lake's edge. "Both of you. In fact, all three of you. If we don't stick together in the Seelie Court, we're dead." "But I haven't-," Clary started. "Maybe you haven't, but the way you let those two act..." Isabelle indicated the boys with a disdainful wave of her hand. "I can't tell them what to do!" "Why not?" the other girl demanded. "Honestly, Clary, if you don't start utilizing a bit of your natural feminine superiority, I just don't know what I'll do with you.