Every meeting led to a parting, and so it would, as long as life was mortal. In every meeting there was some of the sorrow of parting, but in everything parting there was some of the joy of meeting as well.

Memories did one no good, not when one knew the truth in the present

I get a lot of inspiration from Japanese manga, especially shoujo which tends to have elaborate and fantastical adventure plots.

Why is it, little Shadowhunter, that your angels are so cold and without mercy? Why do they break that which will not obey them?

Clary sat back. "You don't just get to say no." "This plan involves me! I get to say no! No." "Simon -" Simon patted the seat beside him as if someone were sitting there. "Let me introduce you to my good friend No.

You’re in my bones and my blood and my heart,” he said. “I’d have to tear myself open to let you go.

You understand my music.