He leaned against the door frame, ignoring the kick of adrenaline the sight of her produced. He wondered why, not for the first time. Isabelle used her beauty like she used her whip, but Clary didn't know she was beautiful at all. Maybe that was why.

Perhaps," he said, "we should discuss our arrangements, then.

You're the first Shadowhunter I've ever met." “That’s too bad,” said Jace, “since all the others you meet from now on will be a terrible letdown.

Magnus didn't really want this kind of thing this early in the morning - this talk of aching memories and wanting to forget. This conversation needed to end, now.

Some people value sentiments over diamonds.

Every memory was valuable; even the bad ones.

Why are you such an asshat?" "An asshat?" Jace looked as if he were about to laugh.