“Do you not see the tragic irony in killing Rudolph to get into the Christmas parade?”

“The world changes, we do not, therein lies the irony that kills us.”

“Do you see the irony at all, Tristan?’ I stare at him and shake my head. He seems determined not to speak again until I do. ‘What irony?’ I ask eventually, the words tumbling out in a hurried heap. ‘That I am to be shot as a coward while you get to live as one.”

“The definition of black irony is Pro-lifers killing Doctors who do abortions”

“We aint a sharp species. We kill each other over arguments about what happens when you die, then fail to see the fucking irony in that.”

“Oooh, that was fun.""That does it," said Jace. "I'm going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year.""Why?" Isabelle said."So you can look up 'fun.' I'm not sure you know what it means."Isabelle pulled the long heavy mass of her wet hair forward and wrung it out as if it were wet washing. "You're raining on my parade.""It's a pretty wet parade already, if you hadn't noticed." Jace glanced around.”