Tea. I find that both settles the stomach and concentrates the mind. Wonderful drink, tea.

I would rather insult you than lose you, he said, and before any of them could make a move to stop him, he cast both items into the fire.

Pretty soon the only people left without a girlfriend will be me and Wendell the school janitor, and he smells like windex." "At least you know he's still available.

I can only assume," said Jace, "that mortal emotions amuse you because you have none of your own.

I'm the one who's always been there for you... not him!

If I might ask--," she began. Will sighed. "You know you'll ask whether I say it's all right or not.

Clary wondered how many boyfriends she'd turned into rats by accident. -Clary to Isabelle, pg.245-