How could you be heartbroken and happy at the same time?

Well, you'll have to wait till tomorrow. I'm out of commission." (he points to his shirt) "Look. Jammies.

Is this the part where you tell me you're secretly in love with me? Vampire mojo strikes again.

He found himself wanting to write poetry about how her blue eyes were like starlight and her hair like night, because "night" and "starlight" rhymed, but he had a feeling the poem wouldn't turn out that well.

No one can say that death found in me a willing comrade, or that I went easily.

You know," Clary said, "most psychologists agree that hostility is really just sublimated sexual attraction.

She'd always had such contempt for mundanes, the way all Shadowhunters did--she'd believed that they were soft, stupid, sheeplike in their complacency. Now she wondered if all that hatred didn't just stem from the fact that she was jealous. It must be nice not worrying that every time one of your family members walked out the door, they'd never come back.