He’s very pretty. For a human.” “He’s very broken,” said Magnus. “Like a lovely vase that someone has smashed. Only luck and skill can put it back together the way it was before.
With God on your side, what does luck matter?
Mundies die awfully easily, don't they?" "Isabelle, you know it's bad luck to talk about death in a sickroom.
We don't require luck," said Will, "we have a heavenly mandate, after all. With God on your side, what does luck matter?
Will: 'Singing the praises of our fair city? We treat you well here, don't we, James? I doubt I'd have that kind of luck in Shanghai. What do you call us there again?' Jem: 'Yang guizi ... foreign devils.
There is that. I might have better luck telling him I’m in love with him. Jace thinks everyone’s in love with him anyway.” “But I,” said Clary, “actually am.