Tessa snorted. “And what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?” “Mauve,” said Will.
Oh, Kali, my mother full of bliss! Enchantress of the almighty Shiva, in thy delirious joy thou dancest, clapping thy hands together. Thou art the Mover of all that moves, and we are but thy helpless toys.
Don’t you see, Will? You’re a person like me. You are like me. You say the things I think but never say out loud. You read the books I read. You love the poetry I love. You make me laugh with your ridiculous songs and the way you see the truth of everything. I feel like you can look inside me and see all the places I am odd or unusual and fit your heart around them, for you are odd and unusual in just the same way.
What absolute bosh,” said Matthew.
James smiled – which, Cordelia suspected, had been Lucie’s aim. He had a perfectly lethal dimple that flashed when he smiled. Such things should be illegal.
No man chooses evil because it is evil. He only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks. – Mary Wollstonecraft.
Oh, but your world is ripe for ruling. I dream about during the days as well as the nights. Do I burn the world slowly with plague and famine, or should the slaughter be quick and painless- All that life, extinguished so quickly, imagine how it would burn! Imagine the heights I could rise to, borne aloft on the screams of billions of people, raised up by the smoke of millions of burning hearts!
They were eating raw shanks of lamb and arguing about who would win in a fight: Dumbledore from the Harry Potter books or Magnus Bane.
As they drove off, a potato hit the side of his carriage.
You are in my bones and my bones and my heart. I have to tear myself to let you go.
I love round tables,” said Magnus brightly. “They suit me so much better than square.
That table is mahogany!” cried Roderick Morgenstern, looking appalled.
A werewolf who fights with sword and dagger,” he said, “is as unnatural as a dog who eats with a fork and a knife.
The edges of her voice had been rubbed thin by anxiety.
Jace stood up, knocking his chair back violently. “You are not taking Clary to the Seelie Court without me and THAT is FINAL.
Isabelle was exactly Simon’s type – tall, glamorous, and beautiful. Come to think of it, maybe that was everyone’s type.
New York cabdrivers – always little rays of sunshine.
Everyone should die with someone holding on to them.
What scares you?” Alec thought for a moment. “Spiders,” he said. Clary turned to Luke. “Have you got a spider anywhere?” Luke looked exasperated. “Why would I have a spider? Do I look like someone who would collect them?
Run off, little Shadowhunter, and learn to murder things. And be nice to Downworlders.