aren't you, uh... reproducing?"sure, we love reproducing it's one of our favorite things.

Going round and around inside a dryer can be fatal, whereas pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it.

And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders.

Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt.

It means 'Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234'.

A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers?

Also, I'm sleeping with your mom. Just thought you should know.

No. It is said that the Nephilim are the children of men and angels. All that this angelic heritage has given to us is a longer distance to fall.

Humans were so stupid. They had something so precious, and they barely safeguarded it at all. They threw away their lives for money, for packets of powder, for a stranger's charming smile.

There were some memories, though, that never faded.

Declarations of love amuse me. Especially when unrequited.

If you think fate is fickle, try tempting it

D'autant que nous avons cher, estre, et estre consiste en mouvement et action.

To all the other dreamers out there, don't ever stop or let the world's negativity disenchant you or your spirit. If you surround yourself with love and the right people, anything is possible.

The creative personality never remains fixed on the first world it discovers. It never resigns itself to anything.

There are in life real evils enough, and it is folly to afflict ourselves with imaginary ones; it is time enough when the real ones arrive.

If I had wanted to ice the little toad, I would have done it a long time ago.

Could you get O positive this time? That's my favorite.

I am opposed, naturally, to regurgitating anecdote or any other form of received wisdom, unless it is characterized as such.

People have the "ships" that they love, and I think they love the show's ["Pretty Little Liars"] original relationship the most.

As the weeks and months unfolded, we realized that we were the victims of a broken promise.