If there was such a thing as terminal literalism, youd have died in ch — Cassandra Clare

"I figured all your classes were stuff like Slaughter 101 and Beheading for Beginners."

"That does it, Im going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year." "Why?" "So you can look up fun. Im not sure you know what it means."

"To love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be destroyed."

"Wheres Simon?" Clary interrupted. Isabelle wobbled. "Hes a rat," she said darkly. "Did he do something to you?" Alec was full of brotherly concern. "Did he touch you? If he tried anything-" "No, Alec," Isabelle said irritably. "Not like that. Hes a rat"

"When the self-congratulatory part of the evening is over, maybe we could get back to saving my best friend from being exsanguinated to death?"

"Well, Id certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death."