The past is nothing to [the young], not even another country as it is to the old, or even a nightmare as it is to the guilty.

I am not the one of us who has no heart.

Isabelle's clothes looked ridiculous. Clary had to roll the legs on the jeans up several times before she stopped tripping on them, and the plunging neckline of the red tank top only emphasized her lack of what Eric would have called a "rack.

Humans were so stupid. They had something so precious, and they barely safeguarded it at all. They threw away their lives for money, for packets of powder, for a stranger's charming smile.

Maia pulled on a braid. "I ran into Eric of all people. He told me what happened and that you'd backed out of Millenium Lint's gigs for the past two weeks because of it." "Actually, they changed their name," Jordan said. "They're Midnight Burrito now.

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

Ladies' hearts are like china on a mantelpiece. There are so many of them, and it is so easy to break them without noticing.