“I don't trust happiness. I turn it over as if it were a glass at a flea market or a rug at a souk, looking for chipped rims or loose threads.”

“[Huh]I can't turn you loose now.
If I do I'm gonna loose my life.
[Ooh]I can't turn you loose now.
If I do I'm gonna loose my life.
I can't turn you loose to nobody
I love you baby, yes I do.
Give shakin' mama, I told ya
I'm in love with only you.
[Gotta] Baby do it baby why don't ya
I'll give ya everything you want.”

“I guess I just prefer to see the dark side of things. The glass is always half empty. And cracked. And I just cut my lip on it. And chipped a tooth.”

“Cucumber and bergamot," Clary said. "Is there anything else you hate that I ought to know about?"

Jace looked at Dorothea over the rim of his teacup. "Liars," he said.”

“I felt myself on the edge of the world; peering over the rim into a fathomless chaos of eternal night.”

“She put on happiness like a loose dress over pain I'll never know.”

“I don't want five hundred billion neural chips. I want guts.”

“You don't rehearse Mr. T, you just turn him loose.”

“Rafe turned up looking like the glass of fashion and the mold of form.”

“I try to create sympathy for my characters, then turn the monsters loose.”