i was joking with isabelle about vampires right before it happened. just trying to make her laugh, you know? what freaks out jewish vanpires? silver stars of david? chopped liver? check for eighteen dollars?

You never really hate anyone as much as someone you cared about once.

Magnus had often thought of getting a pet, but he had never considered acquiring a sullen teenage vampire. Once Raphael was gone, he thought, he was getting a cat. And he would always throw his cat a birthday party.

Will looked horrified. "What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?

Alec would have said he could have benefited from a bit more in the way of constructive cowardice.

Clary," he whispered. There was a thump, and she realized he had fallen to his kees by the side of her bed. She didn't move, but her body tightened. His voice was a whisper. "Clary, it's me. It's me.

He didn't know what books meant to her, that books were symbols of truth and meaning.