I always wanted to be a writer since I was around 12 years old and I wrote my first book.

He was a vampire now. He was supposed to have eternity. But what he had was days.

Or maybe it's just that beautiful things are so easily broken by the world.

If you insist on the chase then you'd better start running 'cause dude, you're in for a marathon

You can take your Law," she said in a measured tone, "and shove it right up your-

She could ask for anything, she thought dizzily, anything--an end to pain or world hunger or disease, or for peace on earth. But then again, perhaps these things weren't in the power of angels to grant, or they would already have been granted. And perhaps people were supposed to find these things for themselves.

Look, I asked you here for a reason. Much as I hate to admit it, vampire, we have something in common. " "Totally awesome hair?" Simon suggested, but his heart wasn't really in it either. Something about the look on Jace's face was making him increasingly uneasy. Simon was caught off guard. "Clary?" "Clary, " Jace said again. "You know: short, redheaded, bad temper.