There is no pretending," Jace said with absolute clarity. "I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I'll love you then.

Because viewing my naked chest has caused many women to seriously injure themselves stampeding to get to me.

That seems like stealing, doesn't it?" Simon pulled a cup toward him. He drew the lid back. "Ooh. Mochaccino." He looked at Magnus. "Did you pay for these?" "Sure," said Magnus, while Jace and Alec snickered. "I make dollar bills magically appear in their cash register." "Really?" "No." Magnus popped the lid off his own coffee. "But you can pretend I did if it makes you feel better. So, first order of business is what?

It's not like a stab wound you can protect me from. It's like a million little paper cuts every day.

Whoever loves you now—and you must also love yourself—will love the truth of you.

Against his own will, almost, Will felt himself understanding; he would have done anything, he thought, told any lie, taken any risk, to make Tessa love him.

Pulvis et umbra sumsu." ~ Horace, Odes ("We are dust and Shadows")