We are chained to this life by a chain of gold, and we dare not sever it for fear of what lies beyond the drop.

Clary," Jace said again. "You know: short, redheaded, bad temper.

"A date," Jace repeated. "Often a 'boring thing you have to memorize in history class," but in this case,' 'an offer of a n evening of blisteringly white-hot romance with yours truly.'"

If you love someone, you're not supposed to want them to come back. Better a peaceful sleep in the earth than the life of a zombie--not really dead but not really alive, either.

Kill me, little sister. Kill me and you kill Jace, too.

Books are for reading, not for turning oneself into livestock.

I choose to be with him for however many days or minutes we are granted, and to count myself blessed to have them.