Beautiful Girls Should Know How To Defend

If You Run Into A Psychic Wall Face-first, Do You Wind Up With Psychic Bruises? -clary, Pg.239-

Don't Panic, But We've Got An Audience." Clary Turned Her Head. Perched On A Nearby Tree Branch Was Hugo, Watching Them Beadily From Bright Black Eyes. So The Sound She'd Heard Had Been Wings Rather Than Demented Passion. That Was Disappointing.

Why Mundanes Always Insist On Taking Responsibility For Things That Aren't Their Fault Is A Mystery To Me. You Didn't Force That Cocktail Down His Idiotic Throat." -jace, Pg.241-

You Always Find The Right Quote, Or The Right Thing To Say To Make Me Believe You Love Me.

Lips. There Was Something Strangely, Delicately Indelicate About The Word, Like A Kiss Itself.