Also, I'm Sleeping With Your Mom. Just

He Didn't Know What Books Meant To Her, That Books Were Symbols Of Truth And Meaning.

He (jace) Glanced Down At His Bound Hands. His Wrists And Shoulders Had Gone From Aching To Hard, Stabbing Pain, But He Didn’t Wince As The Inquisitor Regarded One Of The Blades, Named It Jophiel, And Plunged It Into The Polished Wooden Floorboards At Her Feet. He Waited, But Nothing Happened. “boom,” He Said Eventually. “was Something Supposed To Happen There?” ~pg.303~

No, I'm Just A Very Naughty Boy. I Do All Sorts Of Bad Things. I Kick Kittens. I Make Rude Gestures At Nuns.

He Tried To Learn Seductive Phrases In All Languages, But The Only Swedish He Had Ever Really Needed Was, "do You Serve Anything Aside From Pickled Fish?" And "if You Wrap Me In Furs, I Can Pretend To Be Your Little Fuzzy Bear.

Drowning Yourself Won't Help, She Told Herself Sternly. Now, Drowning Will, On The Other Hand.