“Adam Parrish and the Crying Club.”

— Maggie Stiefvater, Call Down the Hawk, Share via Whatsapp

“Poetry is a disease vector. Like malaria.”

— Katie Douglas, Share via Whatsapp

“You know, sarcasm is the lowest form of wit. And yet it is still extremely funny.”

— Cecelia Ahern, The Time of My Life, Share via Whatsapp

“Oh, and I suppose the apples ate the cheese.”

— Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games, Share via Whatsapp

“His voice, the very sound of rolling eyes.”

— Thomas Mullen, The Many Deaths of the Firefly Brothers, Share via Whatsapp

“Don t sound so grumpy. Next thing you know you ll be whinning and giving me puppy dog eyes.”

— Dana Marie Bell, Shadow of the Wolf, Share via Whatsapp

“Aww, did we masturbate through the tears last night?”

— Kresley Cole, Lothaire, Share via Whatsapp

“Sarcasm is the new staircase to stardom.”

— Ahmed Mostafa, Share via Whatsapp

“Do you remember me telling you we are practicing non-verbal spells, Potter? Yes, said Harry stiffly. Yes, sir. There s no need to call me sir Professor. The words had escaped him before he knew what he was saying.”

— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Share via Whatsapp

“Death s got an Invisibility Cloak? Harry interrupted again. So he can sneak up on people, said Ron. Sometimes he gets bored of running at them, flapping his arms and shrieking...”

— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Share via Whatsapp

“It means Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234 .”

— Cassandra Clare, City of Bones, Share via Whatsapp

“Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt.”

— Cassandra Clare, City of Bones, Share via Whatsapp

“Malachi scowled. I don t remember the Clave inviting you into the Glass City, Magnus Bane. They didn t, Magnus said. Your wards are down. Really? the Consul s voice dripped sarcasm. I hadn t noticed. Magnus looked concerned. That s terrible. Someone should have told you. He glanced at Luke. Tell him the wards are down.”

— Cassandra Clare, City of Glass, Share via Whatsapp

“Why were you lurking under our window? Yes - yes, good point, Petunia! What were you doing under our windows, boy? Listening to the news, said Harry in a resigned voice. His aunt and uncle exchanged looks of outrage. Listening to the news! Again? Well, it changes every day, you see, said Harry.”

— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Share via Whatsapp

“Don t tell me, Jace said, Simon s turned himself into an ocelot and you want me to do something about it before Isabelle makes him into a stole. Well, you ll have have to wait till tomorrow. I m out of commission. He pointed at himself - he was wearing blue pajamas with a hole in the sleeve. Look. Jammies. Jace, Clary said, this is important. Don t tell me, he said. You ve got a drawing emergency. You need a nude model. Well, I m not in the mood. You could always ask Hodge, he said as an afterthought. I hear he ll do anything for a - JACE! she interrupted him, her voice rising to a scream. JUST SHUT UP FOR A SECOND AND LISTEN, WILL YOU?”

— Cassandra Clare, City of Bones, Share via Whatsapp

“I don t want tea, said Clary, with muffled force. I want to find my mother. And then I want to find out who took her in the first place, and I want to kill them. Unfortunately, said Hodge, we re all out of bitter revenge at the moment, so it s either tea or nothing.”

— Cassandra Clare, City of Bones, Share via Whatsapp

“A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers?”

— Cassandra Clare, City of Bones, Share via Whatsapp