The more you try to crush your true nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.

Yes," said Will, "you two don't seem to have much in common, save for a penchant for demon women and evil.

One finds nobility in the oddest places.

You have a power of incalculable value. You need ask nothing of anyone. You need depend on no one. You are free, and that freedom is a gift.

Someday," Magnus said, looking at the crumpled royal person at his feet, "I must write my memoirs.

What would you prefer? 'What did the Count eat today, children? One helpless villager, two helpless villagers, three helpless villagers….

Look, it's easy to outsmart a werewolf or a vampire," Jace said. "They're no smarter than anyone else. But faeries live for hundreds of years and they're as cunning as snakes. They can't lie, but they love to engage in creative truth-telling. They'll find out whatever it is you want most in the world and give it to you—with a sting in the tail of the gift that will make you regret you ever wanted it in the first place." He sighed. "They're not really about helping people. More about harm disguised as help.