This is bad," said Jace. "You said that before." "It seemed worth repeating.

Half of your attention is better than all of anyone else's.

I think I’m better than everyone else. An opinion that has been backed up with ample evidence.

Going round and around inside a dryer can be fatal, whereas pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it.

Shotgun!" announced Clary as Jace came back around the side of the van. Alec grabbed for his bow, strapped across his back. "Where?" "She means she wants the front seat," said Jace, pushing wet hair out of his eyes.

I really wish you hadn't worn that sweater,'he muttered into her ear. 'It's good practice for you,' she replied,her lips moving against his skin. 'Tomorrow,fishnets.' Against her side,warm and familiar,she felt him laugh.

It's not like a stab wound you can protect me from. It's like a million little paper cuts every day.