Oh, the universe had outdone herself. The universe would be send flowers.

Your plans are suicidal. At best.

The dark prince sat astride his black steed, his sable cape flowing behind him. A golden circlet bound his blond locks, his handsome face was cold with the rage of battle, and... "And his arm looked like an eggplant," Clary muttered to herself in exasperation.

You said you were going for a walk!? What kind of walk takes six hours?" "A long one?

Ragnor and Catarina both begged him to give the instrument up. Random strangers on the street begged him to give the instrument up. Even cats ran away from him.

One must always be careful of books.

I was alive when the Dead Sea was just a lake that was feeling a little poorly.