Jordan followed, buttoning his jeans and muttering about how there was nothing strange about having a pattern of dancing penguins on your underwear.

Don't bother her, don't try to talk to her, don't even look at her, or I'll fold you in half so many times you'll look like a tiny little origami werewolf.

No one told you to call your band Salacious Mold, my friend." "We're Millennium Lint now," Simon protested

Hey," said Jace. who was sitting on an overturned speaker, looking at his cellphone, "do you want to see a photo of Alec and Magnus in Berlin?" "Not really," said Simon. "Magnus is wearing lederhosen." "And yet, still no.

You love each other – anyone can see that, looking at you – that kind of love that can burn down the world or raise it up in glory.

I feel a sense of responsibility," said Jordan. "And where is this feeling located? In your pants, perhaps?

I am not a certified idiot—" "Lack of certification hardly proves intelligence," Will muttered.