Samantha

“I'm afraid to answer that. I've heard that when I speak, it makes American women wish to strike me with umbrellas.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

“A forty-foot worm?" Will muttered to Jem as they moved through the Italian garden, their boots - thanks to a pair of Soundless runes - making no noise on the gravel. "Think of the size of the fish we could catch."

Jem's lips twitched. "It's not funny, you know."
"It is a bit.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

“I would have thought even a certified idiot like Gabriel here would have taken account of it and notified someone."
"Notified who?" asked Jem, not unreasonably. He had moved closer to Tessa as the conversation had continued. As they stood side by side, the backs of their hands brushed.
"The Clave. The postman. Us. Anyone," said Will, shooting an irritated look at Gabriel, who was starting to get some color back and looked furious.
"I am not a certified idiot—"
"Lack of certification hardly proves intelligence," Will muttered.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

“So please, oh please, we beg, we pray, go throw your TV set away, and in its place you can install, a lovely bookshelf on the wall.”
― Roald Dahl