cleverness that comes too late is hardly cleverness at all?

In the end that was the choice you made, and it doesn't matter how hard it was to make it. It matters that you did.

Magnus, standing by the door, snapped his fingers impatiently. "Move it along, teenagers. The only person who gets to canoodle in my bedroom is my magnificent self." "Canoodle?" repeated Clary, never having heard the word before. "Magnificent?" repeated Jace, who was just being nasty. Magnus growled. The growl sounded like "Get out.

As it turned out, everyone wanted a doughnut. Jace wanted two.

Isabelle," she said, lightening her tone with an obvious effort, "your loyalty to your friend is understandable --" "He's not my friend." Isabelle looked over at Jace, who was staring at her in a sort of daze. "He's my brother.

Hotter than me? --Jace

Just like an alley in New York -like every alley in the world, apparently- it smelled like cat pee.