Isabelle's clothes looked ridiculous. Clary had to roll the legs on the jeans up several times before she stopped tripping on them, and the plunging neckline of the red tank top only emphasized her lack of what Eric would have called a "rack.

“Everything changes in my life, and the world stays the same.”

“Every teenager in the world feels like that, feels broken or out of place, diff…”

“You think that's the solution to everything, don't you, Bane? Drinking and danc…”

“As the carriage whipped forward, they passed the alley she had spent so many da…”