I Always Thought Love Made You Stupid.

History Gets Written By The Winners.

Anyway, He's [simon] Obviously Not Here. Go Back To What You Were Doing. What's The Point In Wasting A Perfectly Good Brick Wall When You Have Someone To Throw Against It, That's What I Always Say." And She [isabelle] Stalked Off, Back Toward The Bar. - City Of Fallen Angels Pg 188 Hardcover

Will's Father's Gaze Went Immediately To Gabriel, And Then To Cecily, His Eyes Narrowing. "and Who Is This Gentlemen?" Will's Grin Widened. "oh Him," He Said. "this Is Cecliy's Friend, Mr. Gabriel Lightworm." Gabriel, Half In The Act Of Stretching His Hand To Greet Mr. Herondale, Froze In Horror. "lightwood," He Sputtered. "gabriel Lightwood.

I'm Not Unhappy," He Said. "only People With No Purpose Are Unhappy. I've Got A Purpose.

Oh, Do You Have A Tale Of Two Cities?" "that Silly Thing? Men Going Around Getting Their Heads Chopped Off For Love? Ridiculus." Will Unpeeled Himself From The Door And Made His Way Toward Tessa Where She Stood By The Bookshelves. He Gestured Expansively At The Vast Number Of Volumes All Around Him. "no, Here You'll Find All Sorts Of Advice About How To Chop Off Someone Else's Head If You Need To; Much More Useful.