Catching sight of himself in the long mirrors that ran along the walls, he stiffened in shock...His eyes were surrounded by black shadows, his shirt smeared with dried blood and filthy mud... "Admiring yourself?" The Inquisitor's voice cut through his reverie. "You won't look so pretty when the Clave gets through with you." "You do seem obsessed with my look...Could it be that you're attracted to me?" "Don't be revolting...You could be my son.

the less you had, the more careful you had to be about everything you did have.

Usually I'm remarkably good natured. Try me on a day that doesn't end in y.

Love make us a liar. . Jace Wayland/Herondale, City of Ashes

I'm trying to figure out how someone could live in a brothel for a month and not notice. You must be terribly dull-witted." Tessa glared. "If it helps at all, it seemed to be quite a high-class establishment. Nicely furnished, fairly clean..." "Sounds as if you've visited your fair share of brothels," Tessa said, sourly. "Making a study of them?" "More of a hobby," said Will, and smiled like a bad angel.

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

And I remind you of your mother now? I have got to look into a manlier cologne.