Hello," Magnus said to the monkey. The monkey did not reply. "I shall call you Ragnor.

You behave as if everything is funny to you, but you never laugh. Sometimes you smile when you think no one is paying attention.

She had never thought about her name much before, but when he said it, it was as if she were hearing it for the first time - the hard T, the caress of the double S, the way it seemed to end on a breath.

Isabelle's clothes looked ridiculous. Clary had to roll the legs on the jeans up several times before she stopped tripping on them, and the plunging neckline of the red tank top only emphasized her lack of what Eric would have called a "rack.

It's a coffee cup." She could hear the irritation in her own voice. "I know it's a coffee cup." "I can't wait till you draw something really complicated, like the Brooklyn Bridge or a lobster. You'll probably send me a singing telegram.

History gets written by the winners.

You bled on the Speaking stars ...I bet there's a law somewhere about that.