“I can stand on my own feet; I don't need any man's mahogany desk to prop me up”
“I can stand.”“It looks to me like you‘re using a wall to prop you up. that’s not my definition of ‘standing.’”“Its leaning,” Jace told him. “Leaning comes right before standing.”
“I can trip falling UP the stairs. I can trip over nothing. My own two feet are fully capable of betraying me without any warning. They're vicious, really.”
“I don't need anyone to hold me, I can hold my own.”
“I sat with my feet up on my desk and started to make a mental list of the people who’d want me dead. Once I got to fifty, I decided this wasn’t helping.”
“God can judge me, I don't need a jury. Nothing standing in my way, like nothing's my security.”