“He tasted all minty and fresh, and lord knows I had to have tasted all rotten, full of hate and frustration.”

“I hate that stuff. It tastes like feet."At that he smiled. "How would you know what feet taste like?""I just know.”

“Isnt all blood dead? You have never drank fresh blood before, have you?-JaceSimon raised his eyebrow.Well, except for mine which I know tastes fantastic...-Jace”

“You wanna taste me?" he murmured.Yes, I wanted to taste him. I would pay every penny of Aunt Ella's inheritance to taste him."No," I lied.He did a full grin this time, a full satisfied grin. It was hot, so hot my knees totally buckled and he took all my weight into his body."Liar," he whispered...”

“He had, they said, tasted in succession all the apples of the tree of knowledge, and, whether from hunger or disgust, had ended by tasting the forbidden fruit.”

“Despair is the absolute extreme of self-love. It is reached when a person deliberately turns his back on all help from anyone else in order to taste the rotten luxury of knowing himself to be lost”