“How does it taste?” Carter wondered.
Zia smiled. “Stick out your tongue.”
To answer Carter’s question, the tattoo tasted like burning car tires.
“Ugh.” I spit a blue gob of “order and harmony” into the fountain.”

“Now the tattoos," Zia announced.
"Brilliant!" I said.
"On your tongue," she added.
"Excuse me?”

“Somewhere behind me, Zia yelled, "Hippo!" Which I thought was a little late.

~Carter Kane”

“I hate that stuff. It tastes like feet."
At that he smiled. "How would you know what feet taste like?"
"I just know.”

“I’ll distract them,” Carter said. “You search. The Trophy room is through there.”
“Carter!”
But the fool ran off to protect me. I hate when he does that.”

“Carter, not to be unkind," I said, "but the last few months you've been seeing messages about Zia. Two weeks ago, you thought she was sending you a distress call in your mashed potatoes."
"It was a Z! Carved right in the potatoes!”

“I brought you some coffee.” he held out the cup but she waved it away.
“I hate that stuff. It tastes like feet.”
At that he smiled. “How would you know what feet taste like?”
“I just know.”
-Luke and Clary, pg.209-”

“I only remember a few things about Jimmy Carter. He had big lips and liked peanuts. I now know that Jimmy Carter was and is a good man.”

“The righteous mind is like a tongue with six taste receptors.”

“[Carter just asked when I became a ram whisperer. Do shut up, Carter]”