I keep thinking about blood, I dream about it. Wake up thinking about it. Pretty soon I'll be writing morbid emo poetry about it.

“Well, I’m not kissing the mundane," said Jace. "I’d rather stay down here and r…”

“Should we leave now?” “I need to finish my tea first,” Jem said. “Anyway, I don…”

“Looking for an entirely reliable informant is like looking for a chaste mistres…”

“You can't just call the Praetor. It's not like 1-800-WEREWOLF.”