Город костей

На кухне было тепло, светло и пахло солоновато-сладкой китайской едой на вынос. Запах напомнил Клэри о доме. Она ковыряла вилкой в тарелке с блестящей лапшой, стараясь не замечать, как Саймон пялится на Изабель. Слащавостью выражение его лица могло поспорить разве что с уткой по-пекински.

Меня всегда забавляла признания в любви ,особенно если она безответная

Я думаю , мы на крысиной тропе,
Где кости свои мертвецы раскидали

-...Отец просто хотел закалить мальчика. Чтобы тот стал несгибаемым.

• Нет, в жизни надо быть гибким...иначе просто сломаешься.
• Сильные не ломаются.

для самореализации нужны как раз три человека, не более

...Я ж тебя не на оргию в стремный район приглашаю, а на поэтический вечер в двух шагах от твоего дома! Приходите с мамой, милости просим.

“It's your gift, to see the beauty and the horror in ordinary things. It doesn't make you crazy, just different.”

“Not everyone wants you all the time, Jace," he said.
"Don't be ridiculous.”

“If you knew how to cook, maybe I would eat," Jace muttered.
Isabelle froze, her spoon poised dangerously. "What did you say?"
Jace edged toward the fridge. "I said I'm going to look for a snack to eat."
That's what I thought you said." Isabelle turned her attention to the soup.”

“That's why when major badasses greet each other in movies, they don't say anything, they just nod. The nod means, 'I' am a badass, and I recognize that you, too, are a badass,' but they don't say anything because they're Wolverine and Magneto and it would mess up their vibe to explain.”

“Your friend's poetry is terrible," he said.
Clary blinked, caught momentarily off guard. "What?"
"I said his poetry was terrible. It sounds like he ate a dictionary and started vomiting up words at random.”

“One of the Silent Brothers is here to see you. Hodge sent me to wake you up. Actually he offered to wake you himself, but since it's 5 a.m., I figured you'd be less cranky if you had something nice to look at."
"Meaning you?"
"What else?”

“Do you remember back at the hotel when you promised that if we lived, you’d get dressed up in a nurse’s outfit and give me a sponge bath?" asked Jace.
"It was Simon who promised you the sponge bath."
"As soon as I’m back on my feet, handsome," said Simon.
"I knew we should have left you a rat.”

“Have you fallen in love with the wrong person yet?'
Jace said, "Unfortunately, Lady of the Haven, my one true love remains myself."
..."At least," she said, "you don't have to worry about rejection, Jace Wayland."
"Not necessarily. I turn myself down occasionally, just to keep it interesting.”

Он был такой родной, начиная от застиранной футболки и заканчивая острыми ключицами, которые упирались ей в подбородок!..

...и жестокую шутку, которую играет память со старыми людьми, когда самые давнишние события всплывают в голове с необычайной ясностью, а недавние воспоминания не сохраняются вообще.

- Я знаю, что Джейс тебе не нравится.

• Мне не нравится минералка без газа. Мне не нравятся прилизанные мальчики из поп-групп, мне не нравится стоять в пробках, мне не нравится делать домашнюю работу по математике, но Джейса я ненавижу! Чувствуешь разницу?

Just because you call an electric eel a rubber duck doesn't make it a rubber duck, does it? And God help the poor bastard who decides they want to take a bath with the duckie.

"Hey, pretty thing," he said. "What's in the bag?"
"Holy water," said Jace, reappearing beside her as if he'd been conjured up like a genie. A sarcastic blond genie with a bad attitude.

Jace looked as if he were about to say something rude, possibly about the turban, so Clary interrupted him.