We need to talk. All of us About what we're going to do now." "I was going to watch Project Runway.

It has been the privilege and the honor of my life to know you.

What are all these?" Clary asked. "Vials of holy water, blessed knives, steel and silver blades," Jace said, piling the weapons on the floor beside him, "electrum wire - not much use at the moment but it's always good to have spares - silver bullets, charms of protetion, crucifixes, stars of David-" "Jesus," said Clary "I doubt he'd fit." "Jace." Clary was appalled.

You have to give everyone ugly motives for everything they do, because ugly motives are all you understand.

Was this what it meant to love someone? That any burden was a burden shared, that they could give you comfort with a word or a touch?

Everyone has choices to make; no one has the right to take those choices away from us. Not even out of love.

Why does it take girls so long to shower?” he demanded. “Mortal girls, Shadowhunters, female warlocks, you‘re all the same. I‘m not getting any younger waiting out here.” -Magnus to Clary, pg.272-