It is madness to wear ladies' straw hats and velvet hats to church; we should all be wearing crash helmets. Ushers should issue life preservers and signal flares; they should lash us to our pews. For the sleeping god may wake someday and take offense, or the waking god may draw us out to where we can never return.
Clary felt suddenly annoyed. "when the self-congratulatory part of the evening is over, maybe we could get back to saving my best friend from being exsanguinated to death?" "exsanguinated," said jace, impressed. "that's a big word." "and you're a big-" "tsk tsk," he interupted. "no swearing in church.