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

“Well, when I was five, I wanted my mother to let me go around and around inside a dryer with the clothes,” Clary said. “The difference is, she didn’t let me.”“Probably because going around and around in a dryer can be fatal,” Jace pointed out, “whereas pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it.”

“Well, thanks. It was nice of you to give me anything." The tension between them seemed to press down on her like humid air. "Better than a bath in spaghetti any day."He said darkly, "If you share that little bit of personal information with anyone, I may have to kill you.""Well, when I was five, I wanted my mother to let me go around and around inside the dryer with the clothes," Clary said. "The difference is, she didn't let me.""Probably because going around and around inside a dryer can be fatal," Jace pointed out, "whereas pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it.”

“Bueno, cuando yo tenía cinco años, quise que mi madre me dejara dar vueltas dentro de la secadora junto con la ropa -contestó Clary-. La diferencia es que no me dejó.-Probablemente porque dar vueltas dentro de una secadora puede resultar fatal -indicó Jace-, mientras que la pasta raramente es fatal. A menos que Isabelle la prepare. [pp. 332]”

“Fuck fate and David's fatalism. I was going to make destiny my bitch.”

“Fatality makes us invisible.”