All things tend toward entropy. The whole universe is moving outward, the stars pulling away from one another, God knows what falling through the cracks between them.
You cannot hide your true self forever.
Sharp are the arrows of a broken heart.
City of Fallen Angels ended on a cliffhanger. That was equally loved and hated by my readership.
My grandfather was a movie producer, and so I grew up on movie sets.
I have specific playlists for different books and characters. So, I need to have those with me. It helps me get into the mindset of the book.
I think the main thing to remember when writing a novel is to stay true to the characters.
Temper us in fire, and we grow stronger. When we suffer, we survive.
Maybe Alexander Lightwood would not break his heart.
Words have the power to change us.
Family isn’t blood. It’s the people who love you. The people who have your back.
Wanderlust is not unheard of in our kind; it comes upon us now and then. When you can live forever, staying in one place can come to seem a dull prison after many, many years.
Don’t sulk. For someone with all the grace and coordination of a pregnant wildebeest, you did great.
He’d felt like a jack-o-lantern for the past few days, as if his guts had been yanked out with a fork and dumped in a heap while a grinning smile stayed plastered on his face.
At the time I thought what I had with you and your mother was better than nothing. But if you can’t tell the truth to the people you care about the most, eventually you stop being able to tell the truth to yourself.
He had electric blue hair that had stuck around his head like tendrils of a startled octopus.
Declarations of love amuse me. Especially when unrequited.
You’re so easy to tease. And yes, your friend is just fine. Well, except that he keeps putting all my things away and trying to clean up. Now I can’t find anything. He’s compulsive.
Tact is just lying for adults.
Other crack teams get bat boomerangs and wall-climbing powers; we get Aquatruck.