There was a time I thought I was a ferret.

Well I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.

Will tossed his apple core into the air, at the same time drawing a knife from his belt and throwing it. The knife and the apple scaled across the room together, somehow managing to stick into the wall just beside Gabriel's head, the knife driven cleanly through the core and into the wood. "Say that again," said Will. "And i'll darken your daylights for you.

People aren't born good or bad. Maybe they're born with tendencies either way, but its the way you live your life that matters.

You could have fooled me. Everytime I called you, Luke said you were sick. I figured you were avoiding me. Again." "I wasn't. I did want to talk to you. I've been thinking about you all the time." "I've been thinking about you, too." "I really was sick. I swear. I almost died back there on the ship, you know." "I know. Everytime you almost die, I almost die myself.

Is this one of those days where we all stalk out in fury? Because I simply haven't got the energy for it.

What are you?" "Im a Shadowhunter.