He wants her in his bedroom. And not in that way — no girl has ever been in his bedroom that way. It is his private space, his sanctuary. But he wants Clary there. He wants her to see him, the reality of him, not the image he shows the world. He wants to lie down on the bed with her and have her curl into him. He wants to hold her as she breathes softly through the night; to see her as no one else sees her: vulnerable and asleep. To see her and to be seen.
Cassandra ClareInanimate objects are harmless indeed, Mr. Mortmain. But one cannot always say the same of the men who use them.
Cassandra ClareWhat's the point in wasting a perfectly good brick wall when you have someone to throw against it, that's what I always say.
Cassandra ClareHe was Will, in all his perfect imperfection; Will, whose heart was as easy to break as it was carefully guarded; Will, who loved not wisely but entirely and with everything he had.
Cassandra Clare