Martha

“It's not like a stab wound you can protect me from. It's like a million little paper cuts every day.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“You said you were going for a walk!? What kind of walk takes six hours?"
"A long one?”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“Alec looked at her and shook his head. "How do you manage never to get mud on your clothes?"
Isabelle shrugged philosophically. "I'm pure at heart. It repels the dirt.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“When he moves, a streetlight stabs him, and the words flow out like blood.”
― Markus Zusak, I Am the Messenger