Oh, I can never get enough. Which, incidentally, is what your sister said when –.
I’m pure at heart. It repels the dirt.
Facilis descensus Averno Noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis Sed revocare gradum superasque evadere ad auras Hoc opus labor est.
Looking for an entirely reliable informant is like looking for a chaste mistress.
Beautiful. He’d called her beautiful. Nobody had ever called her that before, except her mother, which didn’t count. Mothers were required to think you were beautiful.
Not really, but after that I think about how I could kill him while he slept if I really wanted to, and then I feel better.
Dead bodies didn’t resemble unconscious ones; it was as if you could sense that something had fled from them, that some essential spark was now missing.
From the first time I saw you, I’ve belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me. -Jace.
He strode to the wall and tore aside one of the velvet hangings. “You want to tell me what this is?” he demanded. “It’s a door, Jace,” said Clary.
Clary stopped wondering about peanut-fish-olive-tomato soup and started wondering what would happen if she dumped the contents of the pot on Isabelle’s head.
I am a demon hunter. Clearly, I am not afraid of the dark.
Now I wonder all the time how you go back after something like that. Whether we can ever be friends again, or if what we had is broken into pieces. Not because of her, but because of me.
But that was Isabelle – if there was a boy around and blame that needed to be pinned on someone, Isabelle would pin it on him.
How had it happened, Simon thought, that he was bound to these people – to people who thought of him as nothing more than a Downworlder, half human at best?
With their hands clasped like children in a fairy tale, she fell asleep beside him in the dark.
If I’d just listened – just taken one second to listen – it wouldn’t have happened.
She wondered why she’d ever thought trusting someone who wore that much eyeliner was a good idea.
The Clave thinks the wards will stand forever because they’ve stood for a thousand years. But so did Rome, till the barbarians came. Everything falls someday.
Jace knew he was being cruel, and he barely cared. Hurting people he loved was almost as good as hurting himself when he was in this kind of mood.
With God on your side, what does luck matter?