Concerned about my safety, are you? -William Herondale.

I am not the one of us who has no heart.

A forty-foot worm?" Will muttered to Jem as they moved through the Italian garden, their boots - thanks to a pair of Soundless runes - making no noise on the gravel. "Think of the size of the fish we could catch." Jem's lips twitched. "It's not funny, you know." "It is a bit.

When the soul has left the body, it belongs to death. And it cannot be taken back without a price.

The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me.

I’d rather have you in my life even as a brother than not at all—

In Paris one could have the eyes of a cat (as he did) and tell people it was a trick of fashion.