You're a public menace. You shouldn't be allowed out on your own.

Hey Baby. Baby? You're kidding me, right? I was trying it out. No? No.

I take your hand, brother, so that you may go in peace.

If I get work done early, I can do some interacting with fans online, or see my friends. If I don't get that work done, you may not see much of me!

Her eyes met his, but she looked quickly away; entangling gazes with Will was confusing at best, dizzying at worst.

Though you did eat all the pizza." "I only had five slices," Simon protested, leaning his chair backward so it balanced precariously on its two back legs. "How many slices did you think were in a pizza, dork?" Clary wanted to know. "Less than five slices isn't a meal. It's a snack." Simon looked apprehensively at Luke. "Does this mean you're going to wolf out and eat me?" "Certainly not." Luke rose to toss the pizza box into the trash. "You would be stringy and hard to digest.

Will's face turned grave. "Be careful with it, though. It's six hundred years old and the only copy of its kind. Losing or damaging it is punishable by death under the Law." Tessa thrust the book away from her as if it were on fire. "You can't be serious." "You're right. I'm not." Will leapt down from the ladder and landed lightly in front of her. "You do believe everything I say, though, don't you? Do I seem unusually trustworthy to you, or are you just a naive sort?