“It won't be pleasant.""Nothing ever is.”

“Kissing Simon was pleasant. It was a gentle sort of pleasant, like lying in a hammock on a summer day with a book and a glass of lemonade”

“Simon kept pace beside Clary for a few moments without speaking before he said, “So what did I miss? Naked dancing ladies?”Clary thought of the male faerie‘s torn-open ribs and shuddered. “Nothing that pleasant.”

“Kissing you is pleasant. Like lying in a hammock on a summer day with a book and a glass of lemonade.”

“Well I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.”

“As the carriage whipped forward, they passed the alley she had spent so many days staring at—it was there, and then gone as they careened around a corner, nearly knocking over a costermonger pushing a donkey cart piled high with new potatoes. Tessa screamed.Will reached past her and yanked the curtain shut. "It's better if you don't look," he told her pleasantly."He's going to kill someone. Or get us killed.""No, he won't. Thomas is an excellent driver."Tessa glared at him. "Clearly the word excellent means something else on this side of the Atlantic.”

“The right man won't care”